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First wash with warm water Next with cold water Finally with both. Three times. Makes sure your hands are clean. What will happen if you don’t? Well… I don’t know, but won’t find out. Make sure the germs are gone. Bring sanitizer, Make your hands like a surgical room. Oh, they’re dry? Just wash more, it’ll be fine. Oh, they’re cracked and bleeding? Sanitize more, Don’t want the germs infecting them. Keep washing until your hands crumble. You’re not allowed to have germs, Can’t get sick.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
A Ritual
First wash with warm water Next with cold water Finally with both. Three times. Makes sure your hands are clean. What will happen if you don’t? Well… I don’t know, but won’t find out. Make sure the germs are gone. Bring sanitizer, Make your hands like a surgical room. Oh, they’re dry? Just wash more, it’ll be fine. Oh, they’re cracked and bleeding? Sanitize more, Don’t want the germs infecting them. Keep washing until your hands crumble. You’re not allowed to have germs, Can’t get sick.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
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