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So the first thing I hear when I walk in the door is Brooke telling me "Can you clean the kitchen since Keith is coming tomorrow? GREAT!" Not a hey I haven't seen you all day, how's it going.... nope just orders. It's her boyfriend... she can clean... I'm tired of being fucking ordered around... she only has 12 credit hours and tennis...ooooo big whoop! I have 15 credit hours, 25 hours of work per week, KTE stuff, a boyfriend, and a baby shower to plan! SHE CAN FUCKING DO THE DISHES.... but I know I'll end up doing them tonight anyways.... oh well