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This morning I woke up with some amount of guilt. I thought it may be a good idea to be okay with the cook and maybe figure out things together. So I managed to change the gas cylinder. Then she makes me tea and gives it. The milk has spoiled and I see a cup of curdled, brown nauseating stuff. So, I ask her if she knew that the milk had spoiled. She said yes. I asked her if she thought there was anything wrong about giving tea that was made with curdled tea. She said that if I didn't like it, I could simply throw it. I told her I would and she needn't come from tomorrow.

I suppose it was amicable.