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verity83Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a brass lunch box for her doll.
This little girl thought that she could make this brass lunch box even shinier if she polished it with spit.
Particularly the lid.
Her spit didn't quite have the purifying effect she had envisioned, so years went by, and gradually the residual spit made the brass lunch box hopelessly tarnished and rather ugly.
She married this guy who had something called Brasso, though.
Okay, so you really can't see it that well, but the right half of the lunch box is the dirty half.
And the dirty half had nothing on the lid.
This little girl thought that she could make this brass lunch box even shinier if she polished it with spit.
Particularly the lid.
Her spit didn't quite have the purifying effect she had envisioned, so years went by, and gradually the residual spit made the brass lunch box hopelessly tarnished and rather ugly.
She married this guy who had something called Brasso, though.
Okay, so you really can't see it that well, but the right half of the lunch box is the dirty half.
And the dirty half had nothing on the lid.
