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alone to cry

Laying facedown on the gurney. Carefully draped so the doctor could work with my hamstring. Poke. Poke. Poke. She touches where she’s going to put the medicine. I try to relax. I know it’s going to hurt. A lot. The nurse rubs my shoulder. That’s never a good sign. The Botox we used last time [...]

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