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    This method only works temporarily. Down the road you stop at a Casey’s General Store for the inevitable equal and opposite reaction that’s setting off the exit-door alarm at the end of your colon.

    Your relief at having finally evacuated your insides outweighs the unsightliness of the men’s room. While washing your hands, you notice something stuck to the inside of the urinal – a lottery ticket, soggy with piss. Dakota Dollars the ticket is titled in three-dimensional word art. None of its tiles have been scratched off and it doesn’t look like it’s expired yet.



    You do, page 124.

    You don’t, page 159.


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