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Animal fun fact: Chinchillas can’t get wet. Their fur retains too much water and will start to grow mold. So they bathe by rolling around in dust.

Chinchilla fun fact: Chinchillas have around 20 hairs per follicle; unlike humans who have 2-3 hairs per follicle. Because their fur is so dense, they cannot get fleas or other parasites. The bugs will suffocate in their fur.

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I tugged at my new blue tee shirt I could feel the tension in the threads as they stretched to their maximum length, they were tight, and under pressure. I heard a couple strings pop, and decided not to pull on my shirt anymore. I released the new stretched out, and now wrinkled, cotton threaded tee shirts that Ryan had bought me for my birthday a couple weeks ago. Over and over I wiped my sweaty palms on my black jean shorts, every once in awhile getting my finger stuck into the tear of the old denim. I wriggled, and twisted my fingers out of the trap that they had gotten themselves into. I stepped off of the elevator and walked like a soldier in a march towards the apple store. My back was straight enough to suffice as a small, and peculiar looking table. With every step that I drew closer into the store, the tighter my muscles constricted my bones. I had to look ridiculous by the way I was walking, because I saw a seven year old dragging behind his mother holding a balloon in one hand, and his mother’s hand in his other hand. The small child had his head turned towards me, and as his mother swiftly walked while dragging the small child behind her he just stared at me. I nervously wiped my mouth thinking that maybe I still had some crumbs on my face from the pretzel I had bought at the pretzel stand downstairs in the mall, but there was nothing on my face. At the speed of light I looked down at the time on my phone, 12:15, I had to be in the store by 12:30 for my interview. I decided that I still had time, and I quickly darted into the restroom. I walked up to a mirror and nervously fixed the pieces of loose hair, the one’s that you plastered down with an entire hair of can spray, but they always found a way to stick back up. Ever since third grade when our science teacher Mr. Evans told us about germs, and how they quickly spread, and how they have viruses in them and those viruses are looking for a hand on a public door to hitchhike onto and get you sick. Ever since then I have tried my best at not using public restrooms, but today was an exception. I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, and ten others fell out with it. I moaned, and quickly picked them up, and threw them away. I grabbed another one, and pushed the faucet button. A small amount of water trickled from the ratty faucet. I cupped my hands and collect the water. I frosted my hair with the water until the annoying stray pieces laid back down. I flicked the water off of my hands, and grabbed another paper towel. I opened the door, and held it open with the back tip of my hell while I tossed the disgusting towel into the cylinder shaped garbage bin. I removed the foot from my door, and begin my walk to the store. I looked down at my phone again to check the time, 12:27. “Shit!” I mumbled out loud as two white women with blonde hair glared at me, and walked their children away. I brushed off their glares, cleared my mind, and took a deep breath as I swiftly power walked over to the store. I walked through the doors and immediately I felt like everyone was staring at me. 

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