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Deep Down Where It Burns · Feb 27, 05:24 PM

My secret nemesis loads steak knives pointy side up into the dishwasher and unloads forks into the wrong compartment of the silverware tray. He is a plague upon my being—or she, whatever—a plauge!

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  1. Perhaps they're attempting to administer old-fashioned bloodletting. They're not actually your nemesis. They care deeply for you and want to make you bleed.
    — Eric    Feb 28, 05:40 AM    #

  2. I agree with you Tom, she is indeed more certainly a plauge.
    — Dave    Feb 28, 05:46 AM    #