Ah, I love the smell of clean clothes in the morning. I've got a basket of them, here at my side. Yeah, I used Irma and Ezra last night. Two loads in each. Life's simple pleasures, I tell you. What was I so worried about?
When I get my new camera I'll take pictures of the pair and share with you their polished white perfection. For now, you'll have to imagine their stout, squat forms; their little wooden platforms that keep their feet from the cold, chilly concrete garage floor; and their greedy sliver grillwork, laced with silver coins.
Though I have to share them with the residents of apartment 1 and 2, I was the first. Their first. And that, my friends, is special.
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