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Gross, I thought to myself, my nose wrinkling with every swipe of the damp rag in my hand. I readjusted my knees on the small bathmat, gripped the side of the tub, and began scrubbing again. Yeah, it’s been way too long, I acknowledged to no one in particular. A scowl etched itself further intoContinue reading “On the Days That Don’t Matter (Humility in the Tub)”