I get home from work, exhausted, and all I want is a cold glass of water from the fridge. I open the door and it's warm as hell in there, completely defeating the purpose. Forgotten takeout and last week's leftovers are piled haphazardly, making it even harder to find the water. The one thing that could've revived me is now a distant memory.
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