Though the toilet roll lay nearby, it did not alter his mood at all. It all seemed hopeless.
Was there nothing he could do? It was too late for the pink roll... if only it'd been there sooner. Now the remnants were all dried on.
He looked out of the window, it all seemed so hopeless? Not to mention discomforting.
His heart was heavy.
The sky echoed his mood and his problem, heavy dark and clinging persistently.
Suddenly, the rainclouds lifted - he could see clearly now the rain was gone! A smile lit up his features as the solution came to him in a flash: Baby Wipes!
Can't believe I'm doing this but...
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