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Well, that was another shirt dirty. At this rate, I did twice more laundry than before, even if I was leaving it until the last t-shirt. I wasn’t even bothering with the uniform anymore.
With my sack full of dirty clothes, I sauntered to the laundry room. At this time, there was usually nobody here and that was just how I liked it. No gossiping behind my back or in my face. Just me, the tumbling machine, and a moment of solitude.
I shoved everything in one drum, not bothering to sort colours or separate delicates. It didn’t make a difference anyway.
The machine started spinning and I took a seat on one of the broken dryers on the other side. It hadn’t been fixed in months, so why not? It was the perfect height to just hang back and allow my mind to wander.
Just as I was getting los
