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The Laundry Mat
Another shitty day and another shitty job. I hate doing laundry, and this time was not going to be any exception, or so I thought. I had already separated everything out and started my washers when she walked in. Carrying a large bag and fighting the door. I jumped up to help her and was given a very angry look and she snapped, ‘I can take care of myself, I don’t remember asking for your help.’ ‘Sorry I just…’ ‘Well don’t, I don’t need you or anything with a dick,’ She bit again. I was...