Today I removed my toothbrush bristles. That’s the best idea I got to stop my whole family to use it. Once I found my toothbrush in a glass conversing with my grand mother’s dentures. Another day I caught my brother forcing it to clean off dirt from his new snickers. My mother regularly swaps hers with mine when hers dies and my father takes advantage of its kindness each time he accidentally drops his wedding ring in the washbowl siphon. Now my toothbrush is safe and all mine.
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