I will no longer fear the scuff of a suitcase against a corner, or the ugly streak a carelessly thrown shoe leaves against the door. I know I can erase them. I know I can erase the years of hand-grime on the refrigerator handle. I know I can erase the many mysterious marks on the walls leading down to the basement.
It was many years in the making, but Mr. Clean's Magic Erasers are now in my life, and they're here to stay.
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