Why am I thinking about my legs being pulled from my body, separated at the knee, yanked loose in a flurry of flesh by unseen shadowy machinery
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Imagine how my mother would feel - watching me with bloodied bandaged stumps, struggling to get back near where I was.
That's if I didn't die. Which I'm pretty sure I would.
It's probably similar to how your mother feels when she sees you with a cigarette in your hand, a beer in your beautiful baby mouth.
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Imagine how my mother would feel - watching me with bloodied bandaged stumps, struggling to get back near where I was.
That's if I didn't die. Which I'm pretty sure I would.
It's probably similar to how your mother feels when she sees you with a cigarette in your hand, a beer in your beautiful baby mouth.
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