Page 906 - Total War on PTSD

In the corners the 'lady minions' who couldn't get a stall were using the floor for something awful and was thankful I couldn't see the floor underfoot. I couldn't wait to escape from the sea of patchwork clad minions as I pushed my way out...making a survival decision to forgo using the sinks on the way out...as they were also being used for unspeakable actions of a squat-able nature.
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