It's another Sunday. You hear it calling you... Pile O'Laundry. You try to cover your ears, turn on the TV, anything to ignore it. The sound gets louder, your anxiety kicks up a notch. You know it's waiting for you. You open the laundry room door. Wash me. Rinse me. Dry me. Fold me. And please put me away this time.
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