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Once when I was about 12 or so. We were on a camping trip, and for some reason laying in the sleeping bag, I figured everyone would be asleep. Apparently, I didn't hear the sound of the sleeping bag material rubbing on my hand.
My cousin: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Nothing?"
"What's that noise then?"
"Umm, oh, that! I was, err, scratching a mosquito bite"
"Suuure"
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