As many people would know, I'm constantly wearing sweaters. I'd usually go for black, but sometimes I have to wash those sweaters. So my only black sweater is waiting in the middle-ish bottom of the dirty laundry bin...
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"Sophia! I'm gonna go wash the darks right now! Do you have anything you need washed to bring downstairs?" my mother shouts from the laundry room.
"No mom. I've already brought down all of my dirty clothes. Go ahead and start 'er up."
"Ok, thanks."
Finally! My sweater is going to be washed! I've been waiting for that thing for about a week now! *beep beep beep beep*
"Sophia! Can you switch the laundry for me please?"
"Sure thing ma! I'll be down in a second!"
"Ok, thank you!"
"No problem!"
La la la la la! And... Done! Time to switch the laundry! My sweater's almost here! *checks the laundry bin* WHAT THE HECK?! MY SWEATER IS THE ONLY THING LEFT IN THIS BIN! IT'S LIKE SHE WANTS ME TO BE MAD!
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So yeah... My sweater is going to have to wait another week or so to be washed. Curse me for not do the laundry myself.
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