I can't help admire how easily she can sum up her life as a Baker's dozen, so compact, neatly wrapped in ribbon as if a birthday gif, just whose I can't say when I was born in May and she wasn't ,my life is so sprawled out, it won't fit easily into any donut box even leaving out the extra donut ,the wounds that never get healed, like a trick knee that goes out at odd moments, if not painful then a painful reminder of a pain I felt so acutely before, though the latest of these is still too fresh, a scab instead of a scar, and the constant reminder that the wound is self-inflicted again
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