Ever felt that searing bolt of mortal fear rip through your body when you realize you've screwed up, and it can't be fixed, can't be hidden, and will pretty much ruin you for a while?
By no possible mechanism but the infinite grace of God, I just got oil-based paint out of a leather couch, with water. And maybe a little sweat(owing to aforementioned searing mortal fear).
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