I’m sick of this, you always blame me. Always. Even though it’s you who has the problem. You just assume I’m going to do something the way you want it be done, and when I inevitably don’t, you tell me off! Like… excuse me? What? Do you even know how I work? Because, spoiler, it’s not complicated. I work within set times. That’s it. Simple. But no… you refuse to do the work. You refuse to simply look at my instruction manual and learn how to adjust my settings. So, honestly, who’s fault is it that your toast keeps getting burnt?
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