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based on a true story, and the true story is this:

i don’t know what the hell happened in the last 4 months, but i can’t use pump liquid soap, pump hand sanitizer, pump lotion, or pump anything anymore, because 75% of the time i blast myself across the shirt with it. did i forget how to use them? did something about my hands change?

so if you see me, wandering the little town streets and city lanes like a stained ghost, show a little kindness. just a nod or tip of the brim. but not too much. not enough to get my hopes up that my exile may finally be over. i know the truth too well.