True Story
A few summers ago, I was staying with a girl in the Valley for a few days, crashing on her couch. She was already gone to work when I got up in the morning, so I made my way back to her bathroom to grab a shower. Her bathroom was cluttered and girl-messy, but nothing really out of the ordinary.
Until.
I lifted the lid of the toilet to pee and instantly flinched back, clutching my hands together as if I'd seen a rat or a ghost. I could barely process conscious thought; my mind was a swirling series of questions. What is that? Wait, is this why things have been going the way they've been going? Is that a string on the end? Did I know there was a string? Why didn't she flush this down? Does the string get annoying? Why do I feel like I'm 12 again? Why do I feel like something died in here? Why the hell didn't she flush this down?
We all got a little older that day, I guess you could say.
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