It was an unremarkable afternoon in the Noughties, and I was working a slow shift at my Saturday job. There I was, behind the tills at Matalan, waiting for my next customer to appear, when I felt it.
It was a beautiful summer day and I was bored. Like always, I craved spontaneity — I wanted to do something reckless because you only live once. What better way to do that than get my belly button ...
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