In which Satan enters my washing machine

The Scene: A peaceful Sunday. Our protagonist stretches out on the couch for a much-deserved nap, the washing machine sloshing soothingly in the background. A documentary about vegan eating plays on the television, the light from outside is dim and gray, two cats nap on comfy cushions nearby, and all seems perfect for an undisturbed sleep.


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