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I could never live in Oregon or New Jersey.
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I have a problem. I like to steal squeegees at gas stations. Some people make a tin foil ball, or collect a plate of nose goblins, but I have a stack of squeegees in my garage.
It started simply enough. I used a squeegee while I was filling up on a cross country trip, threw the squeegee in the bed of my truck and left. By the time I got to Los Angeles, I had a bed full. It became a game, and now I believe it is out of control. I've started mapping out strategic gas station locations all over Los Angeles and Orange County that I have not hit. I can't park my truck in the garage anymore because of the mountain of squeegees.
Maybe, instead of theft, I will just throw the squeegee in the trash at the gas station.
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