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Laundry had always been a big part of my life. Starting from second or third grade, I did my own laundry and wouldn’t let anyone else wash my socks. My mom loved it and my brother didn’t understand. I just knew I could do my laundry the right way and as I got older I began to do the laundry of all my friends. I only had to make sure my mom wasn’t home when I was doing someone else’s laundry at our own house. But it was the only way I could get the drugs I wanted and needed.
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2 responses to “Laundry”
Our old washer finally failed so my wife and I bought a new washer and dryer set. They’re fairly complicated and she won’t let me touch them.
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One load at a time. Interesting story. 🙂
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