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+title: Toothpaste
+genre: prose
+
+id: toothpaste
+toc: "Toothpaste"
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    class: paul
+    order: 36
+    next:
+    - title: Father
+      link: father
+    - title: Treatise
+      link: treatise
+    prev:
+    - 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.
+
+[find a shirt]: no-nothing.html
+[that peach]: http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
+[Observation]: problems.html
+[went red]: statements-frag.html