39 I let out quiet whimpers, my bottom lip quivering. I try to distract myself with the beautiful dryer melody replaying in my mind that I love oh, so dearly until I can’t distract myself any longer because the song has faded frommy memory. I don’t knowwhen the next time I will hear the dryer’s song be played, Or when I will find the courage to let her shirt go, Crawl out of bed, And begin cleaning our dirty laundry again. But I do know that my laundry is finished. It’s yours that needs to be washed. It’s you that need to come clean.
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