Once I decided to venture out on the street, coming back to the apartment became frightening, too. I'd leave my shoes right inside the door... remove my outer clothes... then head to the bathroom sink, where I'd begin the hand washing ritual. After a while, my skin started cracking & bleeding. But I kept washing. And washing. And washing. What if I missed a spot?
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