She scrubbed furiously at the toilet, careful to get right under the rim.
Dislodged gunge dribbling into the bowl.
“Damn, damn, damn” she fumed
Cleaning was the only way to assuage her anger.
It calmed her frayed nerves.
“That’ll show him” she said
As she rinsed his toothbrush and put it back in the holder.
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