I barely had enough to warrant a full load, and I thought Eli’s eyes might pop out of his head when he realized I’d thrown my darks and lights together. He cleared his throat, holding his fist over his mouth as he fought not to say anything. I grinned, then giggled at how downright uncomfortable he looked. “You can say it.” “What kind of heathen mixes their laundry?” he burst in a fit of indignant passion that only made me laugh harder. “I swear, you’re as bad as the guys. I’m forever haranguing them about the benefits of dividing their whites and darks.” “There’s barely enough laundry to
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That's such a me thing to do 🤣 fist bump, girly!
