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<font color="green"> When my tonsils were removed I swallowed a lot of blood. the next day when I got up I barfed it up all over. I know that is gross, but the point is that I remember the taste and texture of blood in my mouth from that. I suppose if you had been slapped in the face it is possible that you had enough blood to remember it and enough fear to forget why. </font>
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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