I guess because I ran into him in the laundry room and told him a little bit about how 21st century women don't spend all day popping out kids or wearing metal death traps anymore. No way was I walking away with him thinking I could work a washing machine because my parents have trained me to keep house for a theoretical husband.
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You know he gave me a corset for Christmas? Guy's kind of a creep.
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