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[Anyways, random ahh story time (I'll try to explain this the best I can): When I was little (Probably 3-5 years old but I don't remember much), I was at a park with my mom's friends' kids and there's this dog (His name was Shadow), so I went up to him, pet him, and the dog bit my nose..I was crying a lot, my mom then took me to go wash the blood off....and luckily, she found a water fountain and had to somehow get me to wash the blood off of my nose where the bite mark was...I didn't want to wash it off for some reason and I was refusing to do it....a couple of...minutes later (Or was it hours...I don't know), my mom had to drive me home...]