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i cut a habanero for my lunch and forgot to clean my hands i picked my nose and was quickly drawn back to reality it burned but i grew to like its affect because i stopped thinking and worried about my nose
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
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i cut a habanero for my lunch and forgot to clean my hands i picked my nose and was quickly drawn back to reality it burned but i grew to like its affect because i stopped thinking and worried about my nose
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
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