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Dude, I'd get serious-ass hives from tall grass brushing my legs. Like a million paper cuts rubbed with salt, lemon, and tequila. That was back in the days of benadryl. I'd fall asleep and wake up a few hours later looking like a catnip flavored scratching post.
I feel your pain, but I'm not sorry about ur legs.
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