My first poop in Canada in six years. A small one. More substantial poops shall be had in this substantial country. Will keep you posted.
Once, at age 15, I didn't poop for a week in Canada. My first time there. In the woods, way up north. I was scared. I wasn't up to the wood-pooping task at that time. At present, that idea, not pooping for a week, seems simply ludicrous. Why? How? A kind a catharsis I hope to never have again. That was early Canadian pooping, or lack thereof.
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