That is no lie! When you brought this up, I had post-traumatic-stress-disorder-like flashbacks!
I wouldn't consider myself a wuss, but that first poop stuck with me for life I guess.
And the worst part is no one gave any indication that I might watch out for something like that... so when it was happening, I thought I was going to die or something.
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