Los Angeles, CA

<figure><img style="width:100%" src="https://img.particlenews.com/image.php?type=thumbnail_580x000&amp;url=1U9UFv_0a9ctlyd00" alt="https://img.particlenews.com/image.php?url=1U9UFv_0a9ctlyd00" width="458" height="241" ></figure>My niece spilled her fruit juice on my shirt while I lift her. She smiled and giggled. Her mum almost pinched her as she felt sorry. But I laughed "She’s just a child", I said. I removed the shirt and kept it in the laundry basket, even forgot about it. The following morning, my sister brought a clean white shirt and said "This is the shirt big brother". I asked "Is this a new shirt?" She claimed she didn't buy a new shirt for me; she only washed it at The Laundry Room. I never knew the stained shirt could be so clean again. Thanks to The Laundry Room, Los Angeles.

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My niece spilled her fruit juice on my shirt while I lift her. She smiled and giggled. Her mum almost pinched her as she felt sorry. But I laughed \"She’s just a child\", I said. I removed the shirt and kept it in the laundry basket, even forgot about it.

I never knew my stained shirt could be clean again.

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My niece spilled her fruit juice on my shirt while I lift her. She smiled and giggled. Her mum almost pinched her as she felt sorry. But I laughed "She’s just a child", I said. I removed the shirt and kept it in the laundry basket, even forgot about it.

I never knew my stained shirt could be clean again.

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