It's Nothing

One day I had gone on a picnic with my friend. When I got back home, my grandmother asked me if somebody had scratched me. I said, "No, what gave you that idea?" She said it just looked like it.

In the night there was something on my cheek that was itching. I didn't know what I was doing, just scratching it like mad. My mother noticed and asked, "Well, what is it?" and she was fussing a little. So I said, "Oh, it's nothing." But I thought to myself, all the time, it's something very wrong.

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