I’m scared of worms. I was chased through the school yard by a boy holding a worm with a genuine belief that I was running for my life. My fear of worms was (and remains) so intense that my life flashed before my lil eight-year-old eyes. It was that same feeling that you have when someone tickles you for too long and you think you might die. No one bel…
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