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Humble pie

I still pick my nose. I think its digusting but the way it feels on your fingers is cool.

I try to tape down my fat rolls. I also sleep on my stomach hoping that it will flatten out.

The smell of gas calms me down, and I'm not talking about fuel.

I sing my heart out when I'm by myself.

I still think about things that were embarrassing to me when I was growing up. I remember every time people laughed at me. It still makes me blush.

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