Shower Strike 11-13–16 My greasy body makes the tub like a slip-n-slide, but I finally manage to stabilize my position above water. A tear forms in my eye as I look at the pretty, rainbow puddles of my oils form into grease slicks on the water's surface. It is with a heavy heart that I drain the bath. As I turn I notice my toothbrush sitting in it’s Buzz Lightyear holder. I wonder, how much time I could save if I stopped brushing my teeth?
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