Screaping is indeed the new term for this.

You consider the life choices that have led to this situation. The summer you spend in tuscany befriending a small lame dog, nursing it back to health and finally winning it's trust only for it to bite you and have to be put down. The time you and your cousin got a little to cosy on a couch and you mother took you home, the rest of which you can't remember. The time you ate that dead racoon.

The Spacey thing catches up with you again.

The End

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