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+title: Toothpaste
+genre: prose
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    css: paul
+    order: 36
+    next:
+    - title: Father
+      link: father
+    - title: Treatise
+      link: treatise
+    previous:
+    - title: Early
+      link: early
+    - title: Toilet
+      link: toilet
+...
+
+He couldn't find a shirt to go to work in.  They all had stains on them
+somewhere.  He pulled out a vest to put on over the stains but somehow all of
+them were still visible.  Most of them were unidentifiable but one he thought
+could have come from that peach he ate two weeks before.  Another looked like
+toothpaste but he was paranoid it was something else.
+
+When he took the bus into work he couldn't relax.  He was paranoid everyone
+was staring at his stain and kept looking out the corners of his eyes to make
+sure they weren't.  They didn't seem to be but they could also be looking away
+just as he looked at them.  "The Observation Paradox" he muttered to himself.
+
+Jill was the only one to notice the stain at work.  She came around to his
+cubicle during a break because he dared not show his stain in the break room.
+"You have a stain on your shoulder" she said "it looks like toothpaste."  "Do
+I" he feigned ignorance but went red at the same time "I didn't see that there
+this morning."  "How do you get toothpaste on your shoulder?"  "I don't know
+skills I guess" he said and she grinned.  "You know vinegar will take that
+out" she said "although I think I like it.  You should start a museum of shirt
+stains!"  "I don't have that many shirts with stains" he said frowning.  "Yes
+you do" she said.