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Bubbles...
Doing the wash in the backroom on hot summer days. Slick with sweat you looked me in the eyes and said "Let's try something"
You took the laundry I was folding and stuck it in a basket on the dingy tile floor. You picked me up and set me on top of the dryer. I vibrated back and forth, left and right, side to side.
"Stop moving," You chuckled.
"Never!" I cried out. And that's when you did it. You yanked open the soap compartment of the wash machine, and grabbed the box of detergent of the shelf. You poured the detergent in like a mad-man. I slammed the drawer shut, and in that moment realized I was done for. Within minutes it was everywhere.
Bubbles...