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Today was a safe day. I could pursue the dreams and the dinosaurs. There’s only one problem – the world is getting excretophage. I saw a pigeon picking up little bits of dog excrement on the street today. My own dog ate her own poop yesterday, while I was taking a shower and she begged to be taken out. And to make things worse, I had to review Fallout 3. Each time the protagonist was ordered to use the John, he drank fetid water from it and got sick with radiation.

I ask again… is this right? Maybe I’m shamefully young and I keep missing details. But I don’t think recession should take the form of exaggerated recycling.

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