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We've all had that exact same wish.
And somehow, the power of the image is such that every time from here on out that someone so much as mentions it, you'll vomit in your throat a little bit. Every single time.
I feel your pain.
(N.B. the upside is that while the image swims to the fore of your consciousness when you see the name, it does not remain in the front of your head all the time. It doesn't stick there, like the Barney Song or The Chicken Dance Tune. Repression is a protective mechanism for the brain. The human brain is a miraculous machine. This proves it.)
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