Sounds like what you do with husbands when you’re sick of them. I should know, right? Grrrrrr.
Now that you mention it, you and that kettle did have a lot in common.
Front left. It’s the closest one to the kitchen sink.
(Nosey.)
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Hey, wait a second, is that a tiny camera and microphone set? How in the heck did those get planted in my ciel-... JAIMIE! Grrrrrrr.
Sounds like another marriage proposal to me . . .
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Finally, a truce! Jaimie, I promise not to fight with you any more!
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But I like fighting with you.