I am not Grace nor is Grace, Grace. Grace is the name of a women I met at the laundromat, when and where does not matter, it could any laundromat even the one in your neighbor-hood. As far as me, well definitely my name has no significance here, for this discourse is all about Grace and grace as in amazing.
So in as much as I have already said regarding these letters I will remain anonymous with Grace's real name being concealed to protect her soul and the laundromat from any legal action or liabilities. The only thing I will divulge about myself is I work at the laundromat so you can find me there seven days a week. I hope you come by, bring your laundry and if you don't have any dirty laundry, well just stop in I'll buy you a coffee or soda whatever you prefer. You may even find Grace.....
So in as much as I have already said regarding these letters I will remain anonymous with Grace's real name being concealed to protect her soul and the laundromat from any legal action or liabilities. The only thing I will divulge about myself is I work at the laundromat so you can find me there seven days a week. I hope you come by, bring your laundry and if you don't have any dirty laundry, well just stop in I'll buy you a coffee or soda whatever you prefer. You may even find Grace.....
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