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By @creator_0000546/28/2026
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The husband lets out a long, deflated sigh, the mashed potatoes slowly sliding down his nose and dripping onto his shirt. He wipes a glob of gravy from his eye with a trembling finger, looks at the mess on the floor, and then back at his wife with a defeated, wide-eyed stare. He slumped his shoulders, pulls a napkin from his pocket, and begins to sheepishly wipe his face while mumbling, "Point taken." The wife lets out a sharp, triumphant laugh, turns on her heel, and marches back into the kitchen, leaving him standing alone in the doorway.