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Before going up the three flights to her apartment, she ran down to the basement, unlocked the padlock to her storage bin, pulled out her laundry detergent, ripped open the package of sheets and pillowcases, and threw them into the coin-operated washing machine. She fumbled into her pockets and found the correct change, fed the money into the coin slot, and tossed in the bath towels as well. She wanted the sheets as soft as possible when she climbed into bed and the towels fresh and fragrant for her morning shower.

The comforter made its way onto the bed, the pillows into their pillow shams, and the dish strainer and knickknacks were placed appropriately around the small apartment. She was excited and looked forward to getting into bed with her brand-new comfy cozy sheets, a book, and a lollipop—or cigarette if she couldn’t shake the image of the trash barrel incident at the Linen Closet. Decision made: her treat would be a lollipop. She didn’t want to lose the fresh scent of the cleaned linens.