The other day in painting I picked up an easel and moved it to my spot. When I sat it down the top part of it came down like a guillotine and took a chunk out of my thumb. I didn't really feel much pain. Then I looked down at my finger and there was blood all over it. I simply thought to myself, "Wow, I need a band-aid," but I wanted to finish
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