Getting rid of the filth…
Adam was cleaning. He’d had enough, the clutter had to go. He threw Chris’ wellies out on the lawn, frowning at the sand on the floor. He shook the doormat, grumbling as cat hairs flew around in the air.
Chris’ nasty cat.
As Adam was about the close the door the glowering creature came sneaking towards the door. Adam threw it out—it wasn’t allowed to be outside. He scrubbed the floor, grousing over his filthy boyfriend and his repulsive cat when the door opened and Chris stepped inside—dirty footprints multiplying on the floor.
Adam threw him out too.
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