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My body was on fire! And not in a good way. Red flaming boils were busting out all over my lower torso and legs.
What the hell?
Fierce competitors, itching and burning jousted for my attention.
Relentless pain endured for two weeks. Amid this torment, an inner torture flared up to amplify my discomfort. A particular relationship needed to end.
Surely, the broiling blisters were a sign, warning me this person was no longer good for my health. My body was screaming: Danger. Danger.
I cut the cord.
Voila. The welts vanished.