Modern Twain-ism.

There but for the grace of God.

Sauntering about in my rooms in duress, I confronted the time-old question of "how do I get rid of this smell?". It was them wide noodles, potluck meat, oyster sauce. The antidote was oblivious, of course. First, labels and containers in my fridge, would help(it was sitting like I had forgotten it, but no, no, I don't forget...), but this:

Magic, of course. That was your first thought, right?

Right?

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I had too much drink and fully slept in the hallway. When I come to, I had my usual self-assurance and made egress. The modern Huck Finn's way of living life: 1 drink, 2 sleep, 3 egress 4 bullheaded self-assured idiocy.

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