The rhythmic hum of the washing machine morphed into a terrifying shriek. Water, a mischievous spirit, erupted from the machine, flooding the laundry room. Clothes, now a soggy mess, lay scattered across the floor like casualties of war. A single sock, defiant, clung precariously to the ceiling. This was no ordinary laundry day; it was a "Spin Cycle of Doom."
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