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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story can include: • harsh language • sexual behavior • violence I'm on a school trip in the woods right now. As always, something bad happens to me. We are walking through the woods as a wasp starts to fly around my head. I've never been afraid of wasps and I don't I ever will be. They're a part of nature and nature is what gave us life, so why be afraid of it. Wasps are annoying though. Especially when they are flying around my head making that utterly irritating noise while they are flying. I swing my hands around in the air, hoping that the wasp will leave. Sadly enough he doesn't leave, so I keep swinging my hands around. Suddenly I feel something crash against my hand. I jumped of happiness. 'Yes I hit the wasp' I thought, 'maybe now he'll leave me alone.' Clearly that isn't the case. I guess the wasp is angry as he flies to my face. He lands on my lip. The wasp stung me before I could knock him away. I wince at the pain in my lip. I realize that when a wasp stings you, he leaves a bit of his venom in the wasp stitch. Shit! I don't have a first aid kit with me and I can't suck out the venom by myself. Someone will have to suck the venom out of the wasp stitch. Ew, one of these losers will have to touch my lips with theirs. Gross!
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