"No!" The soldier gave him a blank look, took out a crumpled pile of toilet paper from his pocket, and threw it from the wall to Zayne’s foot. He opened his mouth and said, "You make do with this!"
"Fuck." Zayne said with a gloomy expression, "What the fuck is this, what the hell do you use the rest of the toilet paper for? Why is it so disgusting? Could it be you who finished what you did and put it in your pocket?"
"You fart!" The young soldier flushed with anger. He blurted out, "I pulled off a piece when I came to change the guard, and put it in my pocket!”
After listening to the soldier, Zayne bent down suspiciously, and picked it up extremely carefully. Holding the edge of the pile of toilet paper, he spread it out a little bit and found that it hadn't been used, and then heaved a sigh of relief, and put the toilet paper in his pocket.
Since he came to Syria, he has not used such soft toilet paper.
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