I wasn’t planning to clean. No tip, no hack, no brunch advice prepared me for this. One minute, I was folding towels. The next, a message popped up: “We’re heading over!” I froze.
The bathroom. I hadn’t looked at it in days—maybe more. I walked in, gave it a glance, and immediately noticed the smell. Not bad, not good, just …
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