Usually, the scars don’t bother me. They don’t make it hard to move my hands and they’re light enough that they kind of blend in. But there are moments…like when I forget to get one of those cardboard sleeves, and I’m holding a cup of coffee, and all I feel is pressure until the heat penetrates the scars and all of sudden out of nowhere it’s like
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