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I sniffed. Ah, lemon. The smell of clean. “Shukran, Fatiha,” I expressed my thanks as I followed my house helper out the front door. I loved Wednesdays. It meant a visit from Fatiha who doused my tile floors with buckets of water and “Monsieur Propre” (the Mr. Clean equivalent), finished my dirty dishes, and swept … More Even though