Softener

I saw her for the first time when I went to do my laundry on a Sunday afternoon.

I was new to the neighborhood, just moved into a small apartment three streets down.

She was sweeping and cleaning. I found out later that she worked part-time there
and part-time at the local pub.

She was tight-lipped and gruff—didn't say two words to me when she helped me
with a machine that was acting up. 

I suspected she could out drink me and kick my tail in a fistfight.
I found out later that was more or less true.

Though as a little time went by and I would go do my laundry, we didn't fight—we fell.

It's been some years now; she's still tight-lipped and gruff. But when we're alone, she smiles.
She smiles at me.

The world sees a hard-case, I see an Angel.

          

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            Smoking Hot Cleaner    Ryan Jorgensen

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