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Cottonelle

March 18th

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I can’t imagine my parents buying brand-name toilet paper but they must have because I remember seeing the package with the lady rubbing cotton against her face in the hall closet when I was growing up.  I always wondered what was going on there and thought her hand looked a little like an alien claw.
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