'Spit' is rather violent.
I merely gently caress the loins of my tongue and let no saliva leave my digestive entrance.
A jovial conversation with a window cleaner proceeded my risky venture, as he yelled out "Are you superstitious?!" whilst I was busy working (read; monotonously shoving leaflets through doors.) I said "No", I walked underneath, and instantly regretted it. Will the wrath of the gods be upon me? Will I now be hanged? Neither have happened so far (touch wood) but shall let you know as and when they occur. Apart from the hanging bit; shall get someone else to inform you of my death.
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