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His to-do-list sat on the cluttered kitchen counter, nagging him with it's words in green ink. It was like his wife, only quieter and more combustible. He took his lighter out of his pocket and placed the list in the fireplace. Setting fire to the list was his silent act of rebellion, he did it every time she was out. But the words were as burnt in his memory as they were in the hearth.

By hiccup, October 22, 2013.
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She always treated herself to a cup of tea and slice of cake as she wrote out her to-do-list for the coming day. She wrote everything in the order she should do it, but it never happened that way. She always ended up cherry picking so that she never got around to the jobs she hated; they always got put on the next days list. But still, the list made her feel organised and efficient. It was part of her daily ritual and she wasn't about to give it up for anybody.

By hiccup, October 22, 2013.