[ The dread is already evident on Grell's features, shoulders slumped and frown deep set! With a groan, she settles for the gloves first, since even the aprons look dirty! ]
I can't believe they're making me clean, of all things. [ Eyes on the ground as she ties her apron behind her back, she gives a sobbing whine! ] Can one even get this place clean?!
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I can't believe they're making me clean, of all things. [ Eyes on the ground as she ties her apron behind her back, she gives a sobbing whine! ] Can one even get this place clean?!