Thoughts on Laundry


The towering Mt. Vesuvius of laundry decorated the middle of the room; Sally glared at it menacingly armed with detergent, bleach and dryer sheets – there was only room for one of them in this small bedroom.

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Sally sighed as she heaved the load out of the washer and headed outside to put it on the line to dry; this money laundering thing was a lot of work.

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