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12.) My only phobia is “things that are dying.” Like in the action OF dying. Not dead things. That moment when the light is leaving them. I’m afraid it’ll do something to me or jump at me. Blame my brother for this phobia, he threw a dying frog at me when I was younger lol ;;
Me: gets up to pick her up
Her: lays down on her back and begs me not to take her outside.
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There’s a snow cone place that doesn’t close until around midnight and *whispers* I kinda wanna get one before woooooork…
and since you physically can't see "anything wrong with my fingers or wrists," people I'm not close with thinks I lightly bumped my hand on something and I'm overreacting. It was to the point I rather be in pain than deal with people. For years. ;;
Shame this girl. She cries and wants to go outside for playtime like the rest of her siblings, and then cries to come back in in a few seconds.