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: I sliced my thumb open at work. I had been innocently trying to pick up a glass, which turns out to have broken. It bled a lot, and I had to have some guy go find me a bandaid. I didn't realize it was a "slice" until I got home and my roommates insisted on cleaning it. Kirin and Angela had to tickle me and pin me down, because the alcohol hurt so much. Kirin is braver than I (maybe because it was my thumb with the slice), and she packaged it up quite nicely. I can't french braid, I can't put rubber bands in my hair, and I tie my shoes and do buttons poorly. However, I apparently don't use my right thumb at all when I type.


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