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The previous story was something that I had written about ten years ago while still living in Maine.  We didn't have a washer or dryer in or apartment so would frequently visit a small laundromat just off the interstate in Old Town.  The place seemed fine unless you had to use the restroom.  It was really creepy back there.  Hence the story.  I envisioned this as a lesson in being patient.  I don't know how many times I had to wait for abandoned clothes to be moved because I didn't want to mess with them.  People, however, didn't have the same qualms about moving mine.  I was never assaulted by anyone though so i guess I had that going for me.  I hope you enjoyed it.