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I was stung today. As I was putting my washing on the clothes line.

It caught me on the foot. One of my worse childhood traumas is remembering the time. My mother trapped several wasps in my bedroom. One hid in my slipper, and stung my foot. The other caught me in the chest. I have blanked out the horrible memory of the third attack

Bzzz bzzzz

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