slumberhouse NORNE
Guadalupe screamed at me from the bathroom, “ROSA! ROSA! Joo need a chower!” I pay this woman $140 for 3 hours every two weeks to clean my studio apartment and to remind me that I need to clean myself as well. She’s caught on to the clues that I haven’t bathed: the deodorant that’s been sitting on the bathroom shelf for weeks – lid off but protective film strip still on, the hair-drawing-less subway tiles, the missing soap scraps, the […]
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