first a tourniquet is tied around my arm and a small amount of blood is taken from one of my veins with a gigantically huge pointy needle. i think i'll hold still and look in the other direction. no, i'm not scared. no, i an not turning pale. i think i'll just take a couple of deep breaths and compose a new haiku. then again, maybe i'll just put my head between my knees.

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