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something difficult to do in my home; keep the roll of toilet paper hanging next to the commode dry.
and, it's wet for different reasons than the roll at the shell gas station down the street is wet ... or at least that's what i'm repeatedly saying aloud as i'm sitting on the john delicately pulling the moist plies of paper apart so i can use them.
as for why i haven't engaged the issue more aggressively; i've never felt more fresh or pampered.
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