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A 55 word micro fiction about a man with priority issues. |
| “She’s probably pissed,” I whispered when I realized my home was dark as death. It’s our fourth anniversary and I wasted it working late. I grabbed her flowers and went inside to face the music. She was asleep so I turned on the light, ditched the flowers, and saw her note. “Dinner’s in the fridge.” |