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Some people go to the laundromat and meet Felcia Day.
I go to the laundromat and meet Doris, a well-meaning, leather-skinned British woman that looks vaguely old enough to be my grandmother, who found time between folding her laundry and lighting a new cigarette to compliment my eyes.
I go to the laundromat and meet Doris, a well-meaning, leather-skinned British woman that looks vaguely old enough to be my grandmother, who found time between folding her laundry and lighting a new cigarette to compliment my eyes.
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