What does it mean. That I'm afraid of the snot and the drool. The spit and the particles of food. That when I'm hugged I think about the saliva on my shirt. Did I expect service work in a third world country to be picturesque?
And which is worse, bodily fluids, or a girl afraid of the humans who possess them.
Would I have followed Jesus until he healed the leper?
Would I have stood in the back and thrown up?
God, I hope not.
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