I have been loaded into a van. Actually, upon reflection, the van and I could be cousins.

We are both, white, metallic workhorses driven by the same despotic mistress.

I have been stuffed to the gills with clothes! I have been subjected to hard water! Excessive amounts of detergent! Is it any wonder I am prematurely aged?

I am not sure where I am going next. The van is quiet on that point, but I hope it is somewhere breezy and sunlit.

I deserve a relaxing retirement destination.

Good bye dryer. You were a decent companion.

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