Laundry day confession: the dryer stayed silent today. My socks, unwitting hostages to forgetfulness, drip-dry in the stagnant air. Each droplet falling, a ticking reminder of tasks half done.
Read responsibly. Side effects may include head-shaking, laughter, and an irrational urge to comment.
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