18 February 2013
Dear Washing Machine,
I know that I sometimes overload you with work; that you carry two huge concrete weights on your shoulders; and that your life is mostly empty.
But you don't have to air my dirty laundry in public. Just try to loosen up a bit. Open up to me just this once and let me lighten your load. It might just help.
And besides, it's Monday tomorrow and I need my clothes back!
With love,
Me xx
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