It has been years since I have sucked my thumb. I wonder what the draw was. What about my thumb was so appealing I would push away fears of a tailor with giant scissors just to suck it? More importantly, why do I have the sudden urge to do it now?
Die Geschichte Vom Hanns Guck-In-Die-Luft
The sky was so blue. The clouds were so white and puffy. It looked like a painting. SPLASH!
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