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"It wasn't so long ago that there was no toilet paper," said Finch, carefully cutting random (as far as Reese can see) squares from a stack of old newspapers, adding, "Old newspapers, Sear's and Roebuck catalogs, advertisements were all fair game. A great, great grandmother of mine was mortified as a girl when her siblings placed a stack of political flyers bearing her beau's image (he was running for mayor) in the outhouse whenever he came to call."
Satisfied with his work, Finch hands Reese the ersatz toilet paper, pages of Simmons and other members of HR, the Aryan Brotherhood, the CEO of Vertanin; Reese, smiling with approval, heads to the bathroom.