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| by nightfall, i was scrubbing the wall with a toothbrush. we left a wake of torn scouring brushes and ripped plastic gloves from our battles with the living room, dining room, and first two bedrooms. cleaning is like a real workout. my left arm might actually be getting stronger. the family renting out the daly city house i grew up in recently moved out... and left the place trashed. so, i've been helping my parents clean the mildew from the corners, scrub off crayon, pen, marker so we can prime and paint. nothing sexier than a woman on her knees, the perfume of 409, freckles of white paint that stay, even when she rubs her skin raw. |
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