Walking into my kitchen, I notice my toaster's burnt-out light still hasn't been replaced from last week, it's so small a thing you'd think it wouldn't bother anyone. But it's the lack of effort from my roommate, the one responsible, that gets under my skin. It's the small things that remind me we don't live equally.

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