56-year-old Daniel Schaft analyzed if any dirt was still left under his very short nails. Unfortunately, the man’s fingers were so wide that he would commonly hit the wrong letters on the greasy keyboard. Daniel’s slender stomach was sticking out of the stained blue jeans from drinking a full bottle of Coke Cherry. He stared at the nearly blank Word document with “Hjskalhjkh” typed in dark green Times New Roman. Then there was the realization that he needed to relieve himself.

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