Nov 12, 2008 21:05
I was sitting on a metal bench with a faceless boy I've never met. He asked me what my favorite part of my body was.
"I don't know. Nothing."
"There's got to be something. It's your body, you have to live with it for the rest of your life. There's got to be."
I just cried and said, "My hands."
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