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Back when I had hands

Those were the days. Do you remember them?
Like they were yesterday. I don’t think there were quite so many bunny-shaped candy dishes in the woods then.
Bunnies everywhere, these days. How times change.
I’d recognize our tree, though. Even if it was roots and a stump, I’d know the spot.
Don’t…don’t talk about stumps.
…Sorry. Even if there was just the little rock path, I could find my way here, where you carved our initials.
Yes. That was back when I had hands.
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Was that really so long ago?
Yes, I think it was.
You know, I seem to remember you carving *our* initials in the tree. Not just yours.
The mind does play tricks, doesn’t it?
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How did you lose your hand, anyway?
I was trying to carve our initials. With a chainsaw.
There’s a part of that that’s romantic.
Not half as romantic as the way you tied your handkerchief around my wrist. That was true love. Or blood loss-induced delirium.
It’s been over 40 years, and I still can’t tell the difference.
How about we get ourselves a chainsaw, and find out?

Goodwill on Parmer near I35, Austin

January 28, 2011   TV's Jacob
Uncategorized broked, ceramics, old people

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