This really helped get up my courage to finally shave my own legs. Unfortunately, while poking my leg with a stick, I was reminded of the gentle poking of Suzie's finger in my eye. As rage built up inside of me I began poking my leg harder with the stick. I severed most of my arteries and began bleeding profusely onto the ground. If only she had kept her fingers to herself, none of this would have happened. Oh, the meaningless of life.
I died. The end.
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