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I used a friend of mine for his arm and shoulder at the movie the other night. With his permission of course. Afterward, I thanked him, and he said "no problem. It was nice." Sometimes I just need to be appreciated for my softness. I wrote something in my journal a few weeks back. Here is an excerpt, with a few minor changes: Sometimes this life is so hard. I have a skin condition called keratosis pilaris. I pick at the tiny bumps it causes on my arms, because it is so numbing. Like counting. I just run my fingerprints across the surface, feeing for hidden pockets. one...two...three...four... Words, description, and cadence are pushing and shoving their way into my mind's flow. 'How should I craft these words more beautifully?' They keep asking. 'Where can I improve my pacing?' 'Is this making sense?' five...six...seven... I am holding a velvety knit throw that shimmers tones of bright red to deep, shadowy crimson across my lap. I contemplate laying it upon the ground, wrapping myself in it, being covered by its provision, all in symbolic representation of Christ's sacrifice. eight...nine...ten...eleven... Last night, a six-week old puppy rested its warm belly between my breasts, and reached its neck to brush my chin wet with its tongue. It was the first time I stopped counting in three weeks. Sometimes I just need a connection.
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