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This is like some of the stories my wife would tell me when she would get home from working in the ER. She needed to vent, and I sure as heck did not want to hear about that stuff, especially involving little kids. When the smell of something was on her from work, she would be dropping clothes in the entry and hopping in the downstairs shower.
She said she did it because she was good at it, and someone had to. Amazing how much bad schiff happens to people.
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She was the kindest person I ever met
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