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Mr. Messy

Mr. Messy

by Cedric McBride

You are so messy; clothes all over the place.

A maid wouldn’t clean this mess up for one hundred dollars.

Why must I always clean up behind you?

Will I have to clean up for you for the rest of your life because you want to be a slob?

I have had it with your socks and shoes on the floor—you have to learn to clean on your own.

You have to learn how to do priorities on your own because you have to know how to clean your own house.

If you can’t clean your house, it’s going to be a disaster.

You need organizing skills so you can get that monster closet, so get to it.

Thank you Mom

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