When I was in preschool…

I would bite my best friend.  Like we were good pals and stuff, but I’d bite her on a semi-regular basis.  Biting aside, I mustn’t have been too awful a friend cos we maintained a friendship for over 10 years.  Needless (or completely necessary) to say, I stopped biting her as I grew older but every time our parents got together they would all chime together (after one too many wines) “SHE BIT MY FINGER!” around the dinner table.

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