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I didn't plan to ride my bike in this morning because it was supposed to snow. Since it was only raining--at least at my house--I decided to ride in. (Only raining. How cool it would be if everybody thought like that.) I get to work and what did I forget to bring? A towel. So I was doing the Dance of the Paper Towels, a rather nonexotic dance akin to a puppy chasing his tail when I'm trying to dry my back. For your sake I'm not creating a realistic, yet more disturbing, visual of said dance.
Perhaps I should watch more South Park to help with my remembery.
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