We were given a pale, dead rat. It came with instructions. After moving the scalpel around the torso and making a few other precision cuts, remove its skin "like you're taking off a T-shirt".
Since my sophomore year of college, I've peeled tees from my body thousands of times. In my luckier days, I've been allowed to remove T-shirts from the bodies of women; although usually, I wait for them to handle that themselves. I'm shy.
But whenever I get crossed up, I look back to my training, and I think, "Remember, it's just like peeling the skin from a bisected rat."
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