[It took a long time
for them to grow back and when they did they were slightly crooked and full of
holes. Bits of tissue and fluid, and slivers of my soul fall out when I walk now
and when I shake hands. It is worse when I run but luckily my friend made me
this suit of liquid latex for my birthday, which tends to hold most of it in
when I am dancing.]
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