...something I only realise when I go to put something on. Sure, sure, I could buy a washing machine and do them myself, but it seems like a lot of work and I've grown to enjoy having everything washed and pressed. When I try to explain the clothes I am missing to the men at the laundry, all I get are blank stares. So last night I printed out these pictures that I found on the internet and took them in. I still don't have them, but it makes me feel proactive.
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