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It's pouring rain, intermittently really lashing down, and I don't want to take the laundry out and get it all soaked on the way back in again. Also I've hung around the house (after going to the gym with Phoebe and Mr. Phoebe) hoping for a call-back from my doctor's office (I love my doctor, but her office sucks for making call-backs) and now it's way way way too late in the day. So I'm going to just use the washing machines in the scarey basement. If you never hear from me again, have them dig up the basement.
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