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I wring myself dry, blubbering and boo-hooing until I’m sure the neighbors will call the police to report a banshee at large in the neighborhood. When I’m good and tuckered out, the ladies make me hot chocolate and put me to bed with a cold washcloth over my eyes. Then they set about cleaning up the mess I made in the kitchen, putting everything back into the pantry and cupboards. I’m sure they don’t arrange things with any kind of system. And the labels on all the cans are probably facing in every direction except front. I’m too tired to care. As I’m falling asleep, I promise myself I’ll fix it tomorrow. But in the morning, I’m shocked to find everything arranged in perfect rows by height and color and alphabetized. And the rest of the house is sparkling, clean, too. I feel overwhelmed
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