Today my list of chores at the Birch Street Nursing Home included cleaning the room where Ms. Jenkins used to live. The head nurse left me a note saying they'd had a Valentine's Day celebration in that room, but hadn't had a chance to tidy up yet. When I asked the patients if they had a good time, they seemed confused and said they'd all been sent to bed early that day. But the room was a mess. I filled a large trash bag with empty liquor bottles, mopped the floor, and put all the underwear I found under the bed into the wash.
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