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When I was two, my mom took me downtown in the T-dot by subway. The train wasn't full and it was the seventies, so she let me run up and down the car. I'm told that people watched my charming toddler antics with enjoyment. Until I stopped and they got a good look at the cold sores all over my face. My mother loves to tell how embarrassed she was when the woman next to her stopped midway through telling her what an adorable kid I was, finishing her "sentence" with "eeewww!" instead.
Mom's had plenty of opportunities to recount this tale over the years. Mostly she busts it out at times like this, when I get a whack of coldsores on my face. I think this usually happens during cold season/s, but this theory is disputed by a key medical practitioner who probably doesn't know.
Whatever. I am gross. And you are a loser if you believe me.
Also, when I am gross, I get a bit abusive.
Mom's had plenty of opportunities to recount this tale over the years. Mostly she busts it out at times like this, when I get a whack of coldsores on my face. I think this usually happens during cold season/s, but this theory is disputed by a key medical practitioner who probably doesn't know.
Whatever. I am gross. And you are a loser if you believe me.
Also, when I am gross, I get a bit abusive.