When the Toilet Paper Roll is Almost Empty, Sara Kendrick, 8/27/2026
Empty, I look through the hole… The cardboard can be wrapped with satin, sparkled with glitter, rolled in paint. I have to run to the hall closet, retrieve with undies about my knees. I grab three, tear the paper, empty…
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