I was dressed, teeth brushed, hair combed -- ready to walk out of the bathroom and be on my way to work -- when I noticed "the spot." On my pocket, the breast pocket of my well-worn, comfy purple corduroy shirt. A bright grass-green, Granny-Smith-apple green spot on my lovely old purple shirt.
What could it be?
The shirt is clean. Lina washed it for me in her washing machine before I left, last weekend.
I don't know what caused the spot. But it is definitely green. The greeniest green.
The shirt is at home, on top of the washing machine, the spot soaked with "Tech." I hope it comes out.
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