Poison Ivy

—Don’t
—Don’t scratch!
It’ll spread. —No, it won’t.
—If scratching doesn’t spread it,
Then why can’t I scratch? It itches!
—Don’t scratch! Scratching leaves scars.
—Don’t say “leaves” again. I hate them.
They started this mess! —Don’t scratch!
You don’t have it as bad as others.
—Well, I have it bad enough.
A-a-a-a-a-ah!! Why me?
Is there any relief?
—Don’t scratch!
Don’t scra—
Don’t—

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