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A bruise


We were waiting in a large group, family all around. I noticed a bruise on niece’s arm. She had just spent two days with her non-boyfriend, so I reached the logical conclusion.

“What happened there, honey?” I asked, touching her arm. “Handcuffs too tight?”

She grimaced. “It’s that time of the month, so nothing happened at all, I’ll have you know.”

I shrugged. “Well, that was a waste of a couple of days then, wasn’t it?” I asked. She agreed that it was.

At least the bruise wasn’t necrotizing fasciitis.

One Comment
  1. 2012-05-18T18:12:52-04:00 18:12

    That flesh eating disease is horrifying.


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