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I remember when I was in pre-school. Many of the little boys had a nasty little habit of picking their scabs. They seemed to be fascinated by the stream of blood trickling down their knee. When our teacher saw the blood, she would rush over to the boy. I can still remember her exact words, “quit picking at it!” All the while, the boy was chewing away on the scab like it was a stick of bubble gum.