So there I was, walking home from my annual late afternoon coffee run, not exactly minding my own business, but not giving it away for cheap. And I was getting that strange, apprehensive feeling
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It might have just been a peculiar string of bad luck, but every toilet seat I sat on in the state of California was broken. Not split down the middle, or hanging off the side. Under simple observation it seemed perfectly safe to sit down upon
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