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| He sat in English class, scratching his testicles. He paid no attention to the teacher's lecture, but concentrated on the itch in his pants. It was a sharp, piercing itch. The students that sat around him stared, disgusted by his act. He glared at them. He hated them. They understood nothing. He began to scratch harder, hoping to amellorate the discomfort, but the pain was immutable. Four days later he cut off his testicles using a rusty pair of fingernail clippers. |
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