It used to sanitize.
Now, it scrutinizes.
Barry opened the dishwasher and shoved in a plate labeled "I'm Fine."
The machine locked with a dramatic click.
> "You cannot wash away what you haven't admitted is dirty."
Picklebot adjusted the rinse aid to "Radical Acceptance" and beeped compassionately:
> "Cycle initiated: Grime of Avoidance Mode. Filters clogged with 'Pretending.'"
Now, the dishwasher: – Emits steam when you avoid confrontation – Beeps passive-aggressively if you haven't apologized to your roommate – Refuses to start until you rinse off unrealistic expectations
Joy once loaded it while dissociating.
It flooded the kitchen with soapy water and repressed feelings.
They mopped together.
With closure.
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Act CCXXIV: The Bath Towels Advocate for Self-Worth
They used to just dry you.
Now, they hype you.
Maurice wrapped one around his shoulders after a lukewarm shower of mediocrity.
The towel clung tightly.
