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Answer for the clue "Having an allergic reaction ", 5 letters:
itchy
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Usage examples of itchy.
Her hands were sweating under them, and would likely be puckered, but at least they would not be dry and flaky and itchy at work on Monday.
On the far right of the store, there are wads of thick gray and pink blankets which have a special itchy smell to them and the smell makes you think of the feeling of catching rough skin against polyester.
Her three little boys do not have itchy bums and worms and bites up their arms from fleas.
Ah, how blissful is the unknowing mind, what joy to be ignorant of itchy slippery letters.
It felt stiff and itchy, though he knew that was only his imagination.
Slowly her chin sagged down to her chest, and she closed her eyes to imprison the itchy tears beneath the lids, but one of them squeezed through and quivered like a fat, glistening grape on her lashes, before falling to splash on the stone floor.
My wounds were healing, and after a week I was itchy to go back on duty.
I started to get itchy, so I went inside and puttered around the living room, thumbing through magazines, checking out the bookshelves for something to read.
He seemed relaxed but itchy underneath, with his old jocular front back in place.
Going off-duty at midnight, I was always itchy, restless, in no mood to go home and sleep.
Wet clothes clinging to her skin called up a strange sensation, almost as if something lying dormant beneath her skin stirred for a moment, tried to break through her pores, then subsided, leaving her itchy and tender and very irritable.
The thought of being cumbered and weighed down by those layers and layers of itchy homespun was depressing indeed.
She had intended to let the soldiers win some of the tobacco back, but the longer he stayed, the more heated and itchy and the less charitable she felt.
And she had a headache, a burning nose, and itchy eyes from the lint and the strong smell of the fabric dyes.
Sarah Woolf pasted on the inside of the door of my mind, so that whenever I yanked it open, to think of anything - afternoon television, smoking a cigarette in the lavatory at the end of the ward, scratching an itchy toe - there she was, smiling and scowling at me simultaneously?