I have strange luck--not bad, just strange. I am a bath taking, soak-in-hot-water-up-to-my-neck kind of girl. My bones require it. Without hot water up to my neck, I'll be reduced to a pile of calcified YaYa toothpicks. The universe knows this. So it declared war on my bathtub faucet. How does this even happen?
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