Quarter Life Crisis
The world according to Sven-S. Porst
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I cleaned a couple of doors in our flat this morning. The caretaker gave us a special detergent for that job. While I never considered my door dirty, that stuff, just made yucky brown dirt come off it. Odd. It also made me feel a little dizzy from inhaling it. Nothing like industrial cleaner.
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