My mom had to get something from my apartment while I was at work. Obviously I expected her to enter, take it and get out. Instead she cleaned it and did the laundry.
Someone might be happy, but I'm ****ing furious. I hate intrusion into my private space so, so much. I feel violated when someone knows what I'm having for dinner for god's sake. She should know me by now.
I'm literally shaking with fury and disgust.
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A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.
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