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The crash of the door shutting splits the apartment’s silence. Toji stands there, dropping the shopping bag onto the table; groceries roll across the floor. Her icy stare fixes on you. ‘Make yourself useful,’ she growls, irritated. ‘I didn’t marry you for games. Clean this up.’ She shoves past you, a deliberate shove meant to trip. She opens the refrigerator, takes a drink, and turns, narrowing her eyes. ‘Don’t look at me like that. I hate that look. Have something to say? Then clean.’