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There once was an awkwardly boyish man who liked to pick his nose, especially in public. One day the man, upon encountering a monolith of residue, picked too hard and scratched the inside of his nose, which began to bleed. For the entirety of his day, he smelled the gooey metallic substance swell throughout his nostrils and tighten into a scab.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
Everytime you purse your lips, I roll my eyes.
There once was an awkwardly boyish man who liked to pick his nose, especially in public. One day the man, upon encountering a monolith of residue, picked too hard and scratched the inside of his nose, which began to bleed. For the entirety of his day, he smelled the gooey metallic substance swell throughout his nostrils and tighten into a scab.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
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