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old bowling shoes would have sufficed but they didn't have any.
so we left her behind.
i felt selfish.
like exclusion was a choice i had made.
like fate was mine to brand and steer with ropes, dogs, and canes.
her wool was soon removed and she lay bare, alone, without us.
a cable claiming understanding was released to the public.
his learning. this leaning.
forged and able.
honest, yet hurting.
how do i choose between my arm and my leg?
which to lose?
remove myself and insert her in.
so we returned, she drove and i stayed.
i crawled. dragging myself with my head and chin.
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