Four technicians. Two hours. Both arms. A hand.
I am officially a turnip.
A traumatized turnip that looks like a junkie.
That water thing? Doesn't work.
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"Tina! Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother
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