When we were little, my brother and sister were digging a hole. He had a little archeologist's pick and she was helping with her hands. At one point, a stick fell into the hole and she reached to grab it... just as my brother took a swing. Thirty-odd years later, she still has the scar where they stitched up the back of her hand. It's small, maybe less than an inch. But when you ask her about it...
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