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I was happy sick for days when I thought you had told me the tonic. But when we packed it all into boxes I knew that where the cardboard met the puddle it would melt into wasted paper and that would be that. So how dare you look at me with that listerine mouth of yours. I know it stings too. I've folded your self righteous shirts for too long and I need to launder myself now. So learn to iron and lather, rinse, repeat me from your world.