It cleans up easier from my tile floor then it did off the bottom of the wooden door where it stood as a reminder of the time I lost control. The difference is then I cleaned it as much for you, with you if not in person in thought; now i clean the liquified waste only for myself. The surface changes, the location changes, the situation changes, but my feelings stay even if you don’t. 

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