I had a newspaper subscription once -- to the Austin American Statesman
-- not because of the editorial or the aesthetic (the Statesman was a running joke
around campus at the time) but because the kid who showed up to sell me
the subscription looked like hell and I felt sorry for him -- $100 worth of sorry.
Day after day, the newspaper came. And day after day, I read news online. I didn't even bother to peel the paper out of its usually damp plastic wrapper. When neighbors started to complain about the pile of papers outside my door, I started tossing the papers on my balcony. The pile grew and grew. When company came over, I shoveled the papers into my storage closet. And when I finally moved out, I found my papers had at least been used by someone -- a nest of rats had made a lovely little home for the winter.
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shuttered and felt guilty for at least 30 seconds, and occasionally you've thought about helping old ladies cross the street ...





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