Chore
She asked me to do a chore and I agreed to do so. But I cannot do it immediately because that would be servile and so I must wait until I can get up at my own urging and do it in my own time.
So I wait.
The magic moment is approaching. It has almost arrived. In less than 30 seconds I will arise and get to work.
Uh, oh. She asked me again.
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