ON THE SOAPBOX: What Happens If You Eat Soap?

So I have a few childhood memories that aren't as rosy as others. One particular time when I was about 4 or 5, I was sitting all by myself in the backseat of my mom's 1970 gold American Motors Rambler, blissfully lost in some thought or another as my mom drove home from a trip downtown. As we pulled into...

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