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Veinte: I am squeamish when it comes to blood
Halloween is coming, and I promise you, I won’t be watching any slasher films.
Blood and gore mean I hit the floor.
I know - it makes no sense! I read Stephen King novels voraciously, so you’d figure I like the specifics. But, no. I get queasy just thinking about the gross stuff. I’ve never seen one incarnation of Freddy or Jason or Michael Myers. The Bodies exhibit in NYC grosses me out. Hell, the emo kids with their razor blades make me wanna puke.
There’s really not much more to say about it. Violence and me? Do not mix.
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