Bad Shoes in the Burn Ward
Uncle Brad is screaming, and the nurse that came to give him more painkillers is looking at me like I'm Satan. Like it was my fault. Like I slipped and fell on him on purpose.
I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands. They still smell like gauze. Like gauze and bacon.
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April 17, 2006
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