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THE SCAB ITCHES. IT BURNS. WANT TO RIP IT OPEN. WANT TO MAKE IT BLEED. It just sits there, calling to me. “Scratch me! Scratch me!” After awhile the other voices start to join in. It becomes a big sing-along as the words start to develop their own cadence. I start to chant loudly… THE SCAB ITCHES IT BURNS WANT TO RIP IT OPEN WANT TO MAKE IT BLEED THE SCAB ITCHES IT BURNS WANT TO RIP IT OPEN WANT TO MAKE IT BLEED Next thing I know I’m bleeding again. It doesn’t take long before the bleeding stops, and there is a new scab in place of the old one. Soon enough this one will learn how to talk as well. But this time when it starts I will be ready… cauterizing the wound should keep it from scabbing over again, right? Right? Mmmm. Fire.