Don't fill me. You are ridiculous. Don't do that either. I'm sick of you. You're a nutcase.

I don't care, Luke. Look at you. You infuriate me as a human being.

Are you recording? Can I pick my nose?

Look. I'm sassy. Sassy. Sky. Do you pick your nose as well a lot because of your nostril hair?

So no line.

Because you've got thick grey ones now.

I was thinking about sharing this this morning.

This is so weird how the universe works.

Now that's all I want to do is pick it.

As I'm standing in the shower, I'm like, I should share that I think I'm a tough.

I was going to say tough.

See you next.

But I edited myself.

You're all welcome.

I feel that I'm pretty strong and tough, right?

When we were at the actual wards,

there was this tiny little, what I thought was a scratch

right there under my nose, but when I touched it, like, it buckled me to my fucking knees.

Like, I was like, oh my God, ah!

But then it's like chili when I eat really hot Nando sauce, I have to have more.

And so I kept touching it.

And it would hurt so much that I then went and looked in the, and I'm like, maybe

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