My son has shit in his pants. He is young but no longer a baby.
I have to pick up the shit and pass it piece by piece through a
kind of grinder which shreds it. I have some all over me. My
cheeks, on my tongue; I try to scrape it off because the thought
disgusts me. It doesn't taste anything though. I don't know why
I have to do that.
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