The $60 Washing Machine That Changed Everything I Thought About Being Broke

my bedroom, piling onto my bed in a tangle of pajamas and bedhead and terror.

“Stay here,” I said firmly. “No matter what happens. Do not open the door. Do not come downstairs. Stay right here.”

Nora looked panicked, her eyes wide. “Are you in trouble?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, though I had no idea if that was true. “We’ll find out.”

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