This was on my door today. I didn't see the dropper-offer.
I know what she's trying to say... but it kind of looks like she's grading my house. Yes, I passed. I have a clean house.
I love all the numbers, too. I'm sure they're phone numbers but it's a bit tough to read them. For a moment I thought I was back in accounting... about to have to plug those numbers into a journal entry somewhere.
Maybe that's Martha's cell block number... It would be good to know where to find her... you know, in case I didn't live in the clean house that Martha thought I did.
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