58-Fade
"All right, I'll be back in a moment." Daphne announced, shifting the basket of laundry against her hip. "I just have to take this laundry to the washing machine. I won't be gone long."
"Hey Daph!" Martin shouted from the comfort of his chair. "Don't put my red plaid shirt in with your black pants again! It'll fade and look terrible!"
Daphne rolled her eyes. She loved the old man but he could be downright infuriating. "Oh, pipe down! All of your shirts are faded! Trust me, no one will notice!"
And with that she walked out of the condo.