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It was the day the toilet broke, the day the bank was robbed when my wife walked out, suitcase in hand. Her head blown off on the pavement in the gunfire between bank robbers and police. It was that kind of day. That evening I had the toilet repaired.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
The Day the Toilet Broke
It was the day the toilet broke, the day the bank was robbed when my wife walked out, suitcase in hand. Her head blown off on the pavement in the gunfire between bank robbers and police. It was that kind of day. That evening I had the toilet repaired.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
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