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Just when the vertical, six-inch (palm to mid-forearm) bunny scratch was almost healed, my iron attacked me. Viciously and without warning. Doesn't the wound look angry, like a grimacing pair of lips?
Apparently, domestic chores are hazardous to my health...;)
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