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A childhood belief about picking my nose

One day i picked my nose and a hair came out with this slimy yellow stuff and blood vains my mum told me it was a hairy ogre and if i kept on taking all of the people out of the cave they would eat my brain and then they would go down my throat and come out in my poo and swim around in the toilet

— steak and the bailinator we rule!!!

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