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Will you just quit it?
I just don't get it! How do you see your mess as glee? You leave your shoes on the floor, you forget to go to the store. You don't ever take out the trash, if you'd take a bath, I'd give you cash. The dirt you track in is gross, I'll bet it's even between your toes. You never let me clean the house, or even let me out to find a spouse. Feet, this is the last time I'm going to tell you! Let me get up, or I'm going to shave you. I'll kick you out on the street so some less fortunate feet you will meet. Oh wait, I'd have to go with you? Nevermind! Come on feet, I forgive you.
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