Trust me, belly button piercings should have been left in the Noughties
by Jessie Thompson
Mar 16, 2024
3 minutes
It was an unremarkable afternoon in the , and I was working a slow shift at my Saturday job. There I was, behind the tills at , waiting for my next customer to appear, when I felt it. My body was interrupted by a sharp, sudden pain. A pain that seemed, upon closer inspection, to be coming from my midriff. “Ow!” I yelped. When I looked down, it became clear: the magnet that I used to remove security tags from blouses and
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