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When I was eight, my dad took me to Disneyworld. At dinner, he told me to go to the restroom to wash my hands before we ate. There were no paper towels in the dispenser, but I could buy a napkin for a nickel. Luckily I was wearing my cross-body red purse and had a nickel. Meanwhile, everything I’d touched was getting wet or damp, but whatever.
So I bought a napkin, opened the ca
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