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Feed Yourself
The toenail
Friday, September 23, 2005 - 6:09 PM
My wife came home from school (she’s a grad student) and after saying hello to the surviving guinea pig and the newest rescue animal in our house, a black she-rabbit of as yet undetermined name, she greeted me as well.
She came towards me for a hug and stepped on my foot, removing the half-toenail that hung on. I thought I should post the news while my toe still felt the sting of the bitter end.
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