White Noise
Son of Baldwin

Honey, the upstairs neighbor didn’t take his wet clothes out of the basement washing machine, and I really need to wash clothes now. And I’ll be darned if I put my hands on his nasty clean clothes and put them in the dryer myself. Please call the cops.

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