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I was going fishing with my brother once and on the drive to the river the feeling overcame me. We finally get to the river, but we gotta walk about 10 minutes so I decide to shit behind some brush. The most horrifying part of that was that while my left side was being obscured by brush, my other side was in broad daylight and right beside traintracks. Oh and don't get me started on the feeling of wiping with leaves and twigs.
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