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knee
It began as a slight twinge of the tendon when I stepped up stairs, or changed direction too sharply. It grew into a dull ache over the course of months, and in a fateful morning on November the 21st, my leg simply fell off, detached quite cleanly at the knee.
mothering
My mother used to read to me when I was a kid. Most kids fall asleep because the sound of another human voice gives them the comfort they need to drift off. Not me. I sat there wide-eyed, waiting for the magic to take me by the throat. Hours and hours. My mother read to me. My mother is the definition of mothering. She gave me the greatest gift a woman can give. Life.
cool
There's always someone cooler in the same way that there is always a bigger fish.
applied
Well, what use is anything if it isn't? Any old thing can sit on the shelf and collect dust, doesn't do anyone any good of course. It's like medicine, doesn't do any good for it to sit next you in the hospital as you cough and wheeze if you don't take it!
choose
Cha-ching! The cashier chalked up my consumables, and I chucked them in my cart with a chuckle. Choosing celery, cereal, and cabbage was chock full of challenges, conundrums, and calico conspiracy that a man like you ought to check out!
choose
It's our choice to choose, a choice. After all, there are certain choices that are more choice, and nobody can tell me that I can't choose. It's my choice in the end. It's mostly about the chance we have to change with our choice choice.
sweep
"It's just a broom," they said "all it does is sweep" They said. I mean really, with bristles like that how could it be an ordinary broom? It doesn't miss much either, standing over there against the wall. Frankly it has always terrified me, and then it had to move...
end
I always knew it was coming. So final, so cruel, and yet quite welcome. Absolutely terrifying, rather abrupt, but exactly what I wanted.