Jenny sings in the laundry room. She always has, as far as her neighbors know. If she did before she moved in, they can't know of course. Jenny is a bit difficult to speak to. She's a bit slow, they say. You could tell her things several times, and she still doesn't understand, doesn't remember. But she's always cheerful, Jenny. Always smiling, laughing, singing. With long colorful skirts and long messy hair. Jenny moved in alone, but maybe she shouldn't have, really. She can't be all there. Mental retardation, they say, and nod seriously.
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Jenny Sings in the Laundry Room
HorrorJenny sings in the laundry room. She always has, as far as her neighbors know. If she did before she moved in, they can't know of course. Jenny is a bit difficult to speak to. I originally wrote this in Swedish back when I was in university. This i...
