Cleaning Lady

The story of Washin’ Wendy

Today, I had a maid come and clean my apartment. Is was weird. After a morning of perusing the after-school sales put on by departing students, I returned home to find a plastic bag sitting on my front porch. Wondering what it was, I carefully peeled back the edges to find a repulsive heap of … Continue reading »

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