After ecstacy, the laundry. I stumbled down the stairs and onto the porch. The laundry, upstairs, waited patiently for me to return. I leaned over the railing and stared at the swirling spirals of glistening colors on the grass. The laundry was still waiting, now impatiently. I thought I heard it start to whine and realized that I had forgotten the
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