I had an itch. A terrible, disgustingly, distracting one that picked at me like a woodpecker to a tree. Peck, peck, peck. The kind of itch that terrified me and compelled me all at once to give in. Was I brave enough to scratch? Bold enough to give into an urge that seemed impossible? After all how long can anyone really resist a call that clings to your very skin.
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