Ah, neck surgery.
But not for realsies.
Just my roommate cutting my neck with a knife to extract the slowly-infecting splinter that had been stuck there all week. No biggie.
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My past is perilous; but each scar I bear sings monuments to where I have been, and melodies to where I am going
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