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You dipshit! Likely the most uttered phrase by the Täubling.
I’m anticipating that relentless ticking of the clock that stops you from falling asleep. That foul smell that makes you check if it’s your feet. That last drink that doesn’t want to go down your throat. That little gap where your tooth chipped that your tounge cannot help slipping over again. Everything unpleasant, but not ever lasting.