Your shoe rests on an old piece of html at the bus stop. You look down briefly, but the bus is arriving soon, so you leave it be.
A day passes. You remember the html as you step up to the curb. Leaning down, you see clearly how dirty it is, and it should be thrown away.
Despite everything, your will is weak, and you inexplicably shove it in your pocket. You will never part with this old html.
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