Marshall Teller gazed in dumb-struck horror at his prized New York Giants sweatshirt, the white of the logo now tinged with a pale and watery blue. Behind him, the boy from the Eeriemat clicked his thick flannel tongue against his nickle-silver in sympathy.
"That's too bad," he said, exhaling fabric softener and the chemical sting of dry cleaning with every breath. "May I offer you a colour saver?"
"Don't you need to add that before you put the wash on?" asked Marshall.
"Not this one," said the boy from the Eeriemat. He held out an unmarked package.
"First one's free..."
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