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I decided to sit up, run some fingers through my matted hair, and, at the very least, cross my legs delicately at the ankle -- even if it felt like I was giving birth to Balrog triplets. And that's when it happened. A fart with the supernova velocity and resonance of the Hella Supertone Air Horn unexpectedly erupted from me.
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