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In one night's rare
reflective mood... for hours, did I stare and consider the merits of my big toe. It was ugly. Feeling guilty about the supposed waste of precious time...I recalled Mom's advice, "Don't abuse pharmaceuticals" O.K. Mom My big toe is still ugly.
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