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A childhood belief about picking my nose

My uncle used to work in a sawing factory and had lost the top half of his index finger in an accident. So, When I was little I used to pick my nose, and my dad would tell me that my Uncle Danny used to pick his nose until the evil snails that live in our nostrils (you know, those ones) bit off his finger. I never picked again. Until I was about 13 when I figured it out. Now I pick freely.

— Donovan

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