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Tiny finger, tiny toes. What he left with her he could never take back and she would hold onto this lifeline if it beat the breath out of her, ripped out her hair and clawed its way into her while her tears blurred the sharp green stabs of ivy growing up the urine soaked dungeon of brick.
Thin, knobby hands caressed each piece of the mountain with the same delicate precision as they stitched, healed and bled life into bodies, organs and arteries. His misfortunates were many but his commitment was steady. He dug and dug for anything metal, sharp and straight to start his work on the man who waited just under the canopy of the interstate for an operation which would take or preserve what life he had left.
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