Faithful readers of this column know that there is nothing I resent so much as a shower. I like the feeling of warm water on the skin, and I enjoy the prickly pink sensation of being clean afterwards, but there’s something about the process of becoming clean — scrubbing a fresh arm makes one all the more grossly aware of the relative uncleanliness of al…
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