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“Behold, dirty underwear mountain!” Peter declared, his goofy words meant for his daughter, Sammy, who was perched on one of the many large washing machines in the local laundromat- facilities that were staple for NYC living and were an absolute pain for him to get used to when he first moved from Texas. The eight-year-old regarded him with a look that clearly said she was used to his antics and despite being amused by them, would not inflate his ego further by gracing him with a laugh. “Toss me one of them laundry pods, pup.” Pete requested, making a show of going long, shuffling his feet as if he was one of the football players that they watched in the firehouse on weekends during the season. Sammy dug out one of the pods and chucked it and Peter reached to catch it as it went a bit wide before having to slide to a stop when he spotted a familiar face on a few paces from where he had made the beautiful catch. “Oh- Cami, uh, didn’t see ya there.”
