What's next?
She finally asks for her clothes
"Jason," she turned to face me in her slurred speech, "can you... can you get my clothes from the laundromat?"
I thought about what to say to delay the reckoning, especially since her dirty clothes were probably getting stinkier in the sun. After a second, I responded.
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