Waste of space. If I'm going to sneeze, it's too late for me to pull out the handkerchief. And I'm not going to walk around with a handkerchief in my hand like a 19th century woman.
Really though, I don't do things that I know are wrong, however I've often had to make tough grey-zone choices that I've subsequently decidsed that with the given imformation I should've done it the other way. Guilt at times can be a useful thing.
Last time I did that there was no other male sleeping on the couch. The three of us ended up friends and still share a secret smile whenever we meet.
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Of course nothing I said above really happened.
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