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THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
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| He returned his toothbrush to its place, where it stood solemnly, like a brideless groom atop a wedding cake. He acknowledged it a moment and proceeded to his bedroom. His clown suit was folded neatly on his chair. There was no mirror in his bedroom, he thought to himself, and he swore underneath his breath. |