Well, the dry cleaners didn't get the stain out completely, but they got it out enough.
The pants are wearable.
I'll always see that stain, but no one else will.
I did my best -- we, the cleaners and I -- did our best. And sometimes in life, that's the best you can do; that's all you can do.
I went the distance, mama. I can live with that. I can wear those pants.
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