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... humor. I could appreciate that, but in the end, the joke was always on us.
My feet were wet. I must have left a puddle on the floor from some shower I had hypothetically taken earlier. The water had spread like long, thin fingers as it dribbled across the bathroom floor.
I tried to avoid the little puddles of water as I walked across the room.
The mirror was cleaner than I remembered. There had been little spots of toothpaste from where I had brushed my teeth earlier, and ...
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