one word [bleach]
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The woodwork lay coated in tools, comfort, and use.
Andrew walked toward the table and picked up every tool he could reach.
"No matter how often I tell them," thought Andrew, "they simply forget to put things away."
Placing the tools into their holders, Andrew noticed his hands changing color in splotches.
"Why they wanted to paint the tools is simply beyond me," thought Andrew, "perhaps they wanted the tools to match the wall."
As Andrew panned back, his eyes walked across the back of the garage wall.
The same color that lay wetly upon the tools was evenly applied to the entire back wall.
"Regardless, it simply wasn't considerate to at least put up a sign," sighed Andrew, as he picked up the last of the tools.
Walking to the outer wall, Andrew thought "at least the sprinklers will hide some of the discoloring."
Flipping the switch, walking briskly through the door, and closing it behind him, jets of cold milk filled the air. Patches of oddly colored tools, table, and floor, were gently coated with fresh milk.
After having coated everything with a fine layer of milk, the secondary sprinklers kicked in; fresh water filled the air, and the walls returned to a stark white.
"I'm always amazed by how well that works," thought Andrew to himself, as he turned off the lights to the garage.
The woodwork lay coated in tools, comfort, and use.
Andrew walked toward the table and picked up every tool he could reach.
"No matter how often I tell them," thought Andrew, "they simply forget to put things away."
Placing the tools into their holders, Andrew noticed his hands changing color in splotches.
"Why they wanted to paint the tools is simply beyond me," thought Andrew, "perhaps they wanted the tools to match the wall."
As Andrew panned back, his eyes walked across the back of the garage wall.
The same color that lay wetly upon the tools was evenly applied to the entire back wall.
"Regardless, it simply wasn't considerate to at least put up a sign," sighed Andrew, as he picked up the last of the tools.
Walking to the outer wall, Andrew thought "at least the sprinklers will hide some of the discoloring."
Flipping the switch, walking briskly through the door, and closing it behind him, jets of cold milk filled the air. Patches of oddly colored tools, table, and floor, were gently coated with fresh milk.
After having coated everything with a fine layer of milk, the secondary sprinklers kicked in; fresh water filled the air, and the walls returned to a stark white.
"I'm always amazed by how well that works," thought Andrew to himself, as he turned off the lights to the garage.
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