Excerpt from The Sense Of No Sense by Jennifer at Breed 'Em And Weep:
Pacing and Hand-Wringing, and Clinging to the Washer, an appliance I find I count on for moral support when times get rough. I clung to it in my birthday suit when I was in labor with Hattie, and it didn’t let me down—not then, nor this time. It is always cool and smooth on my cheek (any cheek I wish to press against it) and it never judges. Plus it makes wonderful sloshing sounds louder than my sloshy waterpark howling.
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