“The stuff at school when my Host Body was young was akin to scraping one’s bum region with a handful of gravel, broken glass and thistles, which was not an enjoyable experience…”
I bought a bottle of Coke from the local shop. It said “Share A Coke With…Bethany”. I don’t know anyone called Bethany! I ran around the streets for three hours, grabbing passing women and screaming “ARE YOU BETHANY? I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!” into their faces.