Dirty Linen

This was his desk from where he texted customers every evening.

“Have dirty linen to wash? You can trust us to maintain complete secrecy.”

It was a marketing technique that worked reasonably well for him. Customers smiled as they handed over their laundry.

One afternoon, a well-manicured hand filled the empty cup with coffee. He looked up in surprise.

“Well, care about sharing some of the gossip? I’m planning a novel based on life in this city. You will be paid for it.”

“I’d have loved to, but public memory is short, and most of it goes down the drain.”

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