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Rose was back at the clinic Thursday with a bucket full of cleaning supplies, ready to work. The dogs were at home, in the yard; she planned on running home to get them when the noxious cleaning odors were gone.
She put her hair in a ponytail, rolled up her jeans, and got to work. The first thing she did was hit every surface with some disinfecting bleach.
The ceiling, the walls, the built-in counters, the floors. Everything got a good bleaching, until the place smelled a pleasant mixture of bleach and lemons.
She threw open the doors halfway through, for breathability. When she finally finished, her rolled up jeans and t-shirt were damp with perspiration.
She went outside and grabbed a bottle of water from her car, leaning against the hood. The building needed a power washing, she
