Once upon a time, there was a dusty house. It moaned and grimaced under the load. If only someone would dust it.
So she came with a dustpan and brush. The shelves, the shelves, cried the insane house, insane from dustiness. She came with troupes of children with damp dusters and had a dust-a-thon around the house, with glee, and everything was safe. No dust mites. Ah, said the house, now I can relax.
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