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It was a cold and blustery day, the rain seemed to follow me home. I had
nits, so it was obvious it followed me home because of that. It would pick them out of my hair and
into your nuts. Oh dear it was not a pretty sight, they jumped, scratched, hopped, scrawned and
bit him until the skin came off. Well, it made a tasty
brew for me and you. Then it scurried back into
dark holes of the wall, the soots, that was what they were called. They could be killed with a prod, it was like taking cigareetes from a baby. Easy
