[She stares.] You're joking. There's no way that works.
[She's prevented from saying any more with the reminder of her laundry and she gasps as she rushes toward the machine. Reaching in, she pulls out a sopping wet dress that's still covered in bubbles.]
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[She's prevented from saying any more with the reminder of her laundry and she gasps as she rushes toward the machine. Reaching in, she pulls out a sopping wet dress that's still covered in bubbles.]
Ugh. I'll have to wash it all over again.