Toilet Paper Gabriella Scoccia It is six in the morning, the sun is not out yet, but I’m heading to Target to see what I can get. The shelves are empty, what did I expect? It is the twenty-twenty pandemic after all. I still have high hopes, so I walk to the back — look there it is! The last roll of toilet paper. Not once in my life I was so happy to spot something that I always had in stock. I can now head home and tell everyone I got the goods, I better run and put it in my trunk, so it is secured. At home now I stay, until the next time we run out. This is what the pandemic is all about.
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