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> throw out random envelope that is sitting on the floor in fear it has anthrax inside
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In your inebriated state, this morning's mail looks mighty suspicious. Fearing that it must contain anthrax, you illogically figure the best course of action is to grab it and throw it out instead of running out of the house and/or calling the authorities.
Of course, you're hardly in a logical state right now, so you leap for the envelope, and find you're hardly in a state to be doing complicated things like walking or leaping.
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