Sunday I bought a new package of cartridges for my razor. The last package had been unbelievably dull, which had led to me putting off shaving for several days at a time, so I was feeling pretty hairy, and decided that to be safe, I'd shave at night, just in case I overslept in the morning. Thus, I was in the bathroom, when my cell phone started ringing. It was my mom calling for the second time that week. I knew it was bad news, and I knew what it would be.
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