When the drier goes, "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP," there is usually only one person to blame in this house. There is a certain little girl in this family who loves treasure hunting, and our drier can take a beating because of it. I was relieved to only find the above two items this time. Once there were about 1,398 little rocks and pebbles in the drier at one time. I'm not exactly sure why I haven't learned to check her pockets BEFORE I subject my appliances to the contents. At least I've decided to be one of those life-long-learner folks. There's hope, yet.
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