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The moment I opened the door to the wretched smelling restroom, my whole body seemed to gag. The musty air and urinous smell teased my esophagus, wrenching my entire throat and insisting that I leave. Prepared to do so, I was reminded of my present and urgent need ....

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.... my hands or only contaminate them more. Globs of traveler’s toothpaste stuck to the cold water handle were teeming with ants, and clumps of hair gripped tightly to the drain. After thoroughly washing my hands under the hot water, I blindly grabbed for a paper towel from the mold covered dispenser. In a rush, I attempted to dry my hands over the trash can when my ring slipped off my finger and into the disgusting pit of vile objects. At first I was upset at my loss, but then I became furious. I rolled up my sleeves and began to root through the sludge for it. Inside, I witnessed a mass of matter I hadn’t until that day ever viewed so rank. Firs ....