Questions. Part 2.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post called Questions. It also had the words Part 1 right there in the title. Right. I totally meant to get to Part 2. And then forgot. Anyway, it was this writing exercise thing. By which I mean the following: 1. posing questions 2....

Scissors.

So the other day I’m in the surgery room waiting to have stitches taken out — — and before you completely freak out because you are my mother, let me reassure you that it was not a big deal at all and it was just a thing being removed by the...
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