So why do I do it? I don't enjoy it. It is expensive. It revolts me. It revolts people I love. Yet, I do it.
I have the strongest tooth paste I could find. I scrub and I scrub. I still can't get clean enough, I shudder.
There is nothing for the blood. The poor blood. The body is a sponge. What we eat, what we drink, what we entertain.
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