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That was his new favorite line. Not like you don’t have time. As if my workday and commute weren’t as draining as his. But the final straw came one Friday night.
Chad stood beside her, arms crossed, with a smug grin. “April, meet Sara. She’s here to teach you how to clean and cook the right way.”
I blinked, trying to process it. “Teach me?”
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