She likes to do her laundry at 4:30 in the morning while a light rain falls through the full-length street level window. Watching sidewalks slowly turn slate gray. People pass by in a hurry, shields pointing upwards protecting them from light, protecting them from life. She's never owned an umbrella. The shelves in her apartment are filled with
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Actually I was gonna do something about laundry in the wee morning hours, but i never got to it. but you did way better than i could have. nice job!
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