Scabs
Scabs are funny things: you see a scabby-kneed child and you’re bound to smile, but you (or, at least, I) wouldn’t have the same gusto to greet a grown man with a scab covering the entirety of his right cheek.
Scabs are funny things: you see a scabby-kneed child and you’re bound to smile, but you (or, at least, I) wouldn’t have the same gusto to greet a grown man with a scab covering the entirety of his right cheek.