“Kenny, I want you to see something.” As he spoke, my father pulled up a corner of the bandage on his right forearm. I watched a BB-size rent in his skin glisten and begin to bleed.
Always a Doctor, Even in the Dying of the Light
Made Popular Oct 27 2008
“Kenny, I want you to see something.” As he spoke, my father pulled up a corner of the bandage on his right forearm. I watched a BB-size rent in his skin glisten and begin to bleed.
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