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It was a quiet day in the dorm, everyone exhausted from hours of working. The Markson couple was in their shared room, both on their phones doing who knows what. Other than the sound of the home button being pressed from time to time, the room was silent, until Mark decided to speak up.
"We need to get ourselves a new rug."
Jackson looked up from his phone. "What do you mean?"
"This rug", Mark said motioning to the one on the floor. "doesn't look very good with the rest of the furniture in here."
"...How come you're noticing that now?"
"It's been bothering me for a while."
"I certainly didn't expect that to happen today but I guess we could always go rug-shopping on our next free day."
"Really?"
"Really."
"That was easier than expected."
"Mark, I don't care what rug we have in here."
"I care."
"I've noticed now."
"Where did that one even come from?"
"I think it was my mom who gave it to us."
"Tell her I'm sorry for throwing it away."
"I'm sure she doesn't mind, she loves you."
"Yeah, I hope she doesn't- wait what? She likes me?"
"Honey, she doesn't like you, she loves you. Sometimes I wonder if she secretely wants you to be her child instead of me."
"Jacks, that's rubbish and you know it."
"That's true, she loves me too much for that. Main point of the story - she loves you a lot and wouldn't mind you sending back the rug."
"Good. So when is our next free day?"

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