I owe you a sincere apology. You were always there, waiting for me.
I should have given you more attentions.
But I'm too busy at work, and when I got home,
I was always too tired. Too exhausted to even given you a glance.
OK, sometimes when you got used to not doing something,
you simply keep not doing it, an inertia? Probably...
Anyways, I suddenly feel so sorry for you.
Dear, dear RICE COOKER, I shall try to cook this weekend I promise.
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