Day 111: My Nose Is Not For Rent

There I sat, in my cupboard, my new home inside home. And yet still, the cobwebs are forming? Oh surely you would know the truthfulness like a bar of ungodly soap? Yes, I am inhabited; well, at least, I was. How rude it felt, to awaken in this confined cold, dark and moist cocoon of mine. My finger had the right urge to relieve that irritant tickle deep inside, but some demon, birthed from the innards of an unsaintly sac, was blocking the hole! It was a SPIDER! I squealed; I hit possessed mops bent on licking foreheads; I screamed and I hit every wall, germ infested crevice and booms of all the in-betweens. But finally, after much an anxiety attack or two, I was able to do it. I snorted that beastly monstrosity from within my inner recesses. I'm good, I'm fine, I braved it.

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