I:
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- (enfp, future peripatetic and/or cat owner)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Nose
The more you rub your nose, the more you're convinced that there really is something hanging off in plain sight of all spectators to your Divine Play, so that by the time you leave the class, you feel the overwhelming urge to rush to the bathroom, hide in a stall and check to make sure there's really nothing there at all.
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