I don’t understand it, but I can walk into a spotless apartment and within five minutes, it looks like it’s been robbed.
Why is this?
And there’s no one there but me.
I’m the one that did it.
No one else.
I’d like to be able to blame it on someone or the dog or something. But I live alone.
Without a dog.
Damn.
How can one little person create such a mess?
What’s up with that?
As I walk through, clean in front of me, I turn and look behind me. It’s as if a tornado passed behind me as I walked.
Once I’m through, the place is trashed.
And guess who has to clean it up?
Really?
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