A Pocketful of Sunday
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The laundry room was the warmest place in the building and the worst place to hide.
Its door never quite shut. The dryers thumped behind it like somebody knocking from inside a wall, and the pipes made a high, thin whine whenever someone upstairs ran hot water. Still, when Mom said, "The realtor is bringing someone Sunday afternoon," Lio took the basket of towels from her hands and said he would fold them.
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The Minute in the Laundry Room
# Chapter 1: The Minute in the Laundry Room
The laundry room was the warmest place in the building and the worst place to hide.
Its door never quite shut. The dryers thumped behind it like somebody knocking from inside a wall, and the pipes made a high, thin whine whenever someone upstairs ran hot water. Still, when Mom said, "The realtor is bringing someone Sunday afternoon," Lio took the basket of towels from her hands and said he would fold them.
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