For the past two years, I've told Dave that everytime I walked in our old house I could smell mold. He laughed and laughed and laughed and on more than one occasion told me that it was all in my head. Well, Dave, it wasn't in my head. See that picture below? That's mold. And it was crawling up the wall behind your bedside table.
Hello, Validation, my old friend. How I've missed you.
L.
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