But still. When something from the past is in staggering/keeling over mode, I have a bit of tristesse. How I'll miss stepping over the rim of the tub, slightly tripping, catching myself on a wet towel rack, and then showering while pondering the last person to take a bath in this very spot.
And, it's true: I will long for that plastic-y curtain slightly brushing at my damp hiney. Can anything in this world duplicate the particular brand of willies that momentary act causes? No.
Are you sad, too?


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