When we were little, about 3 and 7, Charlie and I used to sneak jalepenos out of a jar in the fridge. We would each eat one and then jump up and down saying "hot hot hot!". When I was 7 we were all walking around in the woods by our house and I got stung by a bee on my forehead. Charlie picked me up in his arms like I was a baby and ran up the hill
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