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Washed Brilliance, part 4

pockets, and 3) that although I may have been a mini genius, at that moment, I was the stupidest person in the world.

I had put the plan into the pocket of my jeans. I had put the jeans down the laundry chute. I had just realized this. Thus, I freaked out.
“MOM! MOM ! TELL ME YOU HAVEN ’T DONE THE LAUNDRY YET !” I screamed, wildly sprinting to the laundry room where my mother was standing, looking absolutely scared.
“W-well, hon, actually, I-” my mother stuttered. “Hey, calm down, what’s the matter?”
“YOU-IT-DID YOU WASH MY JEANS ?” I yelped.
“Uh, yes. Why? Was I not supposed to? You put it down the chute,” she still looked quite confused.
“AW, MOM !” I raced to the washing machine. Not caring that it was still going through its cycle, I opened the lid and suds came flying out.
“MY GOODNESS !” Mother shrieked.
I rummaged through the mass of soggy, dripping clothing. And I then I found my jeans near the bottom of the machine, tangled with a horribley ugly plaid shirt and a pink lacy bra.
“Ugg!” I

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