Me, a Tel-Avivian true, performed that most unurban faux-pas. Walking home today, I stepped into some doggie-doo on the sidewalk. Oh, the shame. Oh, the humiliation for the urban animal. I should really notice where I’m walking and stop thinking about existentialism in popular movies. Oh, and girls. Should probably think less about girls, too.
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