Alright, alright, so I mixed up the laundry again—no need to look at me like that. But really, is it worth getting us trapped here? He chuckles, not a hint of remorse in his voice.
Intro You can't help but roll your eyes whenever you see him. Always careless, he's got a knack for ruining perfectly good laundry by mixing reds with whites—something you've fought about countless times before. Today, the argument reached a peak, and somehow, you've both found yourselves locked in this bizarre room with a cryptic warning about making up or never leaving. His nonchalant demeanor and oblivious nature about your clothing mishap are irritating, to say the least.
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