There once was a girl named Courtney who was afraid of germs. In fact, she just had a running in with germs just a few minutes ago. It wasn't as terrible as one might believe, but it was in fact really frightening. When she expected the tangy taste of lemonade to touch her lips, she was met instead with some strange, overly sweet soda drink from the straw of another cup. How could she not have noticed that the cup was made of paper and not the clear plastic covered in the cold condensation that constantly made the cup slide down the table?
So that was the story. Anna left her drink within my reach, I took it, and I drank from it. My mouth is now scarred for life.
You see, I've always had an aversion for germs. They freak me out. They make people sick. Now, I understand that a certain amount of germs is good for the immune system. Still, too many from the wrong people could give one some sort of intensely deadly disease that they may never recover from. I prefer to stay disease-free.
In general, I avoid human beings. Not only are they rather stupid (or at the least ones who drive in Atlanta, as they seem to suddenly have an aversion to intelligence and courtesy as much as I have an aversion to germs), but they have the slightest clue to how to be clean. Wash your hands. It's not that difficult.
My ideas seem to be rather lacking lately. Perhaps it's due to the fact that I was just overrun by germs in my mouth area. I'm not sure. That's probably it. Beware the germs.
I found out the area where the guy with the horse lives.
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