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A childhood belief about picking my nose

this is really gross, but when i was very young, for whatever reason, i believed that my boogers had tiny little souls and when i picked my nose, i would ball them up and group them together in a bizarre 'hiding place'--on the seat of a defunct exercise bike in our front yard and sometimes i'd talk to them...the idea that those things came out of my nose held an incomprehensible fascination for me.

— gross kid

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