By hand.

"Do you mind washing my work shirts that were in my suitcase?"

"What do I look like, your 1950's housewife? The cheerful gal who hides her pain in a haze of vicodin and pineapple upside down cakes?"

"*long pause while he stares at me as I work on the piece of fabric I'm sewing by hand*"

"Well, fuck."

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