Principal fatherly access hitting the weight room at the age of four as I figured out something before my antagonizing older brother did as he desired more of a challenged leg press. I PULLED THE PIN , as 50lb+of steel came down with the smashing of tips, knuckles and mi lil Irish left hand fingers in the wedding middle chipped for life. Flat as quarters and smushed like banana peels, it was a two hospital day loss of blood too split open to stitch so I was given cheap 80s thin medical gauze and wrapped them little swelled up sausages that brought me the most painful breakfast treat the next day as my papa woke me up pre-dawn before school to re-wrap all that was dried up and stuck together.
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