The Laundromat Comments

Everytime I see a stumbling relationship, I can't help but wonder where the world's patience has gone. Somehow this virtue has seeped into the fibres of existance that lay in piles, conquering the dirty brown tile floor, seizing this no mans land.

She's a real petite thing, real cute too, but all that girlish innocence is burried underneath years of experience. Really jaded, you know?
And those circles under her eyes just pop when her boyfriend drops their laundry change on the desolate battlefield. Scurrying across, he capsizes baskets and knocks over children, determined to retrieve the key to his renewal. Returning to his lonely station, he pops the coins into the antiquated washer, its dirty yellow paint peeling from the corners.
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