It's a habit, a vice, an artform, a crutch, a burden, a barrier, an indulgence, a treat, a sin, an obligation, and as much of who I am as the nose on my face. And much like my nose, at times I am oblvious to it, and at other times very self-conscious of it. But at no time do I feel the need to "fix" it. Perhaps indulge in it less, let it have
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