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Dirty Little Secrets
Habits... those dirty little secrets that feel good. Oh, they start out simple enough: sucking your thumb, picking your nose, belching and farting, that kind of thing; but as you get older, they get a bit more sophisticated, don’t they. You start playing with yourself, lying to your parents, stealing a cigarette from an unguarded pack. You carry these little gems with you as you stumble through life; which leads to drinking, recreational drugs, cheating on your spouse; but it’s all good, right? Just bad habits - just some dirty little secrets that make you feel good.
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