I had to clean.
Before she got here.
I had to make everything look nice.
I had to.
Everything had to be perfect.
So I had to clean.
And clean I did.
Frantically, until there wasn’t a single missed spot in the entire house.
She was going to come here.
And everything was perfect.
Nothing was out of place.
And she wouldn’t find anything she could complain about.
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