The minuscule T-shirt
I slowly walked over to the big red calendar that had all my chores on it. I saw that it said ‘’ Saturday - washing day’’.
I headed over to the washing machine and a load was already finished. I got it all out and found my favourite red t-shirt lying at the bottom of the machine. It was minuscule! I yelled out in pain like a wounded goat. My t-shirt was slimy and
sticky and had turned to white.
I grabbed the tongs and dramatically dumped it in the rubbish bin.
Then I stormed off to the mall to buy another.
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