A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
A tickle, an itch, and a scratch walk into a bar while I was in the corner drinking a thermos full of epidermis, and I thought, this must be what love feels like. ?
And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.
I enjoy scratching itches on my body with my beard stubble. The worst though is when my lower back itches.?