Agnes is a woman who works at my house one morning each week. This morning, after I threw some old magazines away, Agnes asked if she could have them. I said "Sure," but I must have had a puzzled look on my face (who would want some old, cut-up magazines?) because she explained, "We use it for toilet paper."
I don't even know what to say. I feel horrible.
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Read this post a few days ago and it's been on my mind a lot. Thank you for putting it out there and making me REALLY think.
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