When I lived in downtown Seattle my entire apartment building shared a total of 2 washers, 2 dryers, and zero elevators. This, combined with living on the third floor of a 100-year-old building with very high ceilings made laundry day a dreaded task. When one of the building's washers tore my favorite shirt to shreds,
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Mary Bailey