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Rating: K Word-Count: 1663 AU PennyxBilly She used to see him at the Laundromat. He would stand there, sorting darks and lights, muttering to himself. Something like acids and bases, pitch and yaw, always rattling off numbers under his breath, spilling bleach, losing socks, never paying attention. One or the other arm was often broken, forcing him to awkwardly tip and fill baskets ...

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Published: 2 weeks, 4 days ago (Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:25:17 PDT); 13 Kb
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