Whenever I pick up my photocopies from the machine, holding the crisp white paper gives me an incredibly strong urge to give myself a deep papercut.

When plucking my eyebrows I imagine what it would be like to take a chunk right from the middle. I hoover the tweezers over and pull gently, but not enough to let the urge become reality…yet.

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