Son, I do appreciate the fact that you carry Kleenexes in your backpack. That puts you way ahead of so many of your brethren who are content to sniff incessantly or use their sleeve (or, god forbid, do the old knuckle-against-one-nostril trick and expel their mucus into the winds). But when you have blown and blown, at some point you have to accept the fact that sucker ain't coming out by polite means. It's time for you to excuse yourself, go find some privacy, and do what you need to.
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