I’m a washer. And a dryer.
I am not a color-sorter. A pocket-checker. A tag-reader. A temperature-worrier. A pre-treater. A lay-flatter. A Delicates-minder.
I don’t comprehend Permanent Press. I talk no Wrinkle Release. What the hell is Air Fluff?
Perma-set to Super and Hot-Cold.
I pick it up. I dump it in.
I walk away.
(Unless, of course, it’s mine).
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