Laundry Mat Mear Me Novels & Stories

the middle-aged woman said politely, “I’m one of the house maids. I might still be able to help you, though. What do you need?” “I wouldn’t call it a need,” I said. “I just wanted to know what laundry soap they used on those linens. It smells wonderful.” The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, it’s not actually the soap! They’re putting fresh lavender in mesh bags and putting it in the dryer with the sheets. They just started doing it.” “Oh, really?” I asked, my eyebrows raising. “Yes, ma’am! There’s more lavender in the garden than there used to be, and we’re all trying to find ways to use it.”

"Thanks." "I don't go into work until noon, do either of you have any laundry to do? I'm going to put in a load or two." "I've got a few things. Let me grab the hamper from my room." By the time I got back, John and Mom had sorted piles in the middle of the living room floor. I put my hamper next to Mom and whispered, "I've got some stains I need to spray." "Just put them in, I'll take care of it." Mom gave me a wink. "Do you need any cash?"

The mirror displayed the image of a woman whose cheeks had turned cherry red, a color that couldn’t have been achieved solely by the heat of the shower. She quickly changed, and when she stepped out of the bathroom again, Matteo was seated at the edge of the bed, swiping through his phone. He had already changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a muscle tee, his hair still slightly damp as he idly wiped at it with a fresh new towel.

He took out the dry handkerchief from out of nowhere and handed it to her. “Here’s the handkerchief I washed.” Lucy looked at the handkerchief. It was clean, and it did not look like there was anything wrong with it. Plus, it was already dry… That was where the problem was. Lucy looked at the piece of cloth in her hand, about to lose her mind. “Matt, what did you use to wash the handkerchief?” Matthew looked at her nonchalantly. “I used a garment steamer. It’s really convenient. You only need to steam it for a bit and it’s dry.”

While I was staring at it, an old woman who was sitting near me said, "Use hydrogen peroxide containing detergent to remove the stain." I thanked her and rubbed the mat using detergent with hydrogen peroxide. It didn't work in the beginning but after some washes, the blood really came off. Wow! When I turned to thank that lady again, she had already left the store. Because of that guy, I'm struggling like this. Why did he come to my place if he got shot? Doesn't he have any other place to crash? What if he died when he came? Wait, he said he doesn't have place to hide at that time. Does that mean someone was after him? Did someone follow him? Did someone see him while entering my place? I to

" Matt steadies his knee while Lauren cuts a big square hole in his jeans. She brings out a cotton ball and a spirit bottle, pours the spirit on the cotton wool, and cleans the surface of the cut, making Matt squeal in pain. "Sorry," Lauren says, "but this is just the beginning of the pain. Your eyes are supposed to tear because of the pain." "Wow, you're evil." "I know, now quit squealing and let me do this fast." She puts the used cotton wool on the ground and looks up at Matt. "What, why are you looking at me that way?" Matt asks. "Because I'm about to do something." "What's that?" "I'm going to need you to bite on your clothes because it's going to hurt."

So Meazus could enter this company without having to show any card. “Let's go home. We have to drop off the clothes at the laundry.” “No need. I'll wash it myself. The coffee stains are only in a few spots anyway,” replied Deanna who still wouldn't look at Meazus. “Is your hobby washing cloth? Why do you always choose the hard way when there are easier ways?” “If I take them to the laundry, there are many problems that will occur later. Maybe these clothes will fade, tear or get lost. I don't want that to happen and decided to wash them myself.”

Once there was nothing but the wood, I picked up the laundry and headed down stairs. The laundry closet was next to the door that headed down into our gym. It was an laundromat sized washer and dryer, since we did sometimes have table clothes, napkins, and the drapes from the bar but it helped being able to wash huge loads of normal laundry as well. Shoving the towels and bedding into the washer, I started to strip down as well. My shirt, covered in red. My pants, covered in red. They all needed to go. Once shoved in, I turned on the washer after filling it with soap. Watching the water fill for a minute, I stared at it. My mind still completely blank. Only feeling the slight chill down here

As Matt walked out of our suite, I wondered what he meant by, “It’s the least I can do.” What happened downstairs? I didn’t want to bother him to find out because he did have a grown ass man slung over his shoulder. I sighed as I looked at the bloody mess on our living room floor. With a sigh and a shake of my head, I went to the kitchen to get my steam cleaner. I filled the reservoir with sanitizer and started steam cleaning and sanitizing the floor in our suite until my mate walked in.