So this morning I found a very tender spot on my forehead, a bruise as it turns out. And I wondered how I had acquired such damage, and then the memory came floating back. There I was in the shitty version of CPK where you pay ten bucks for a bad mini pizza waiting before my flight and crocheting. As I was preparing to leave the yarn jumped from
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