A Memory of Martha

There are few safe harbors in a big city, but one of the most reliable places you can rest your feet every week and not feel afraid is the neighborhood laundromat.  Laundromats are busy and packed with people on a shared mission.  We don’t have laundry facilities in our building, so we are forced to outsource our laundry.  Because our schedules are so wacky, we use the Laundromat’s drop off service where we pay a little extra to have somebody else deal with cleaning our dirty clothes.

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