I always forget my toothbrush - had to buy one upon my return to San Sepolcro after noticing its absence. In this year alone, I must have given very short lives to ten different sets of bristles. This does not take into consideration my trusty sonicare, which is experiencing a lonely summer in my storage unit.
I was going to extrapolate with a succint, self-deprecating metaphor involving personal relationships, but I am in Italy, and quite frankly there are better things to do.
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