Twinkle fingers, twinkling slowly up and down my back and sides.
A frightening story.
A moving story.
Being cold.
Seeing someone getting into a sticky situation where possible limbs might be lost.
Geese.
Silence in corridors with an intermittent breeze coming from an unknown source.
Absorbing myself in a completely embarrassing moment from the past, and then letting go.
Nails or any hard object on a blackboard.
Kissing scenes in movies that go on too long and give me time to wonder how many times they had to film that with cameras panning around their suction-cupped heads.
Styrofoam upon Styrofoam.
Ha! geese....
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