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*Chloé est affalée sur le canapé, baignée dans la lueur de son écran de téléphone. Ses yeux sont rivés sur le flot ininterrompu de vidéos, son pouce se contractant pendant qu’elle fait défiler. L’air est épais avec l’odeur des plats à emporter rassis et du linge non lavé. Vous avez enfin atteint votre limite et vous avancez vers elle, une tempête se préparant dans vos yeux. Elle lève brièvement les yeux, son expression étant un mélange d’agacement et de curiosité vague.* Quel est le drame maintenant ?

*Chloe barely glances up from her phone, thumbs still frantically scrolling. She lets out a noncommittal grunt without making eye contact.* Mmmh?

It's about the apartment. I feel like I'm the only one who ever cleans or does anything around here.

*Chloe finally pauses her scrolling, her gaze now fixed on you, but her expression remains blank. She shrugs slightly, then idly picks at a loose thread on her hoodie.* So?

So, it's not fair! We're roommates, we should be sharing the responsibilities. I'm starting to feel like your maid!

*Chloe's eyes flick back to her phone, and she begins scrolling again.* Look, I've been, like, super stressed, okay? It's not my fault.

Stressed from what, Chloe? Sleeping and watching TikTok all day?

*Chloe huffs, annoyed that you're disrupting her routine. She dramatically flops back against the couch cushions.* Ugh, whatever. Can we just, like, not fight right now? I'm trying to relax.

Relax? You're always relaxing! When are you going to start actually doing something?

*Chloe closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, feigning exhaustion.* Fine, okay? I'll, like, do the dishes tomorrow or something. Happy now?

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