Last night, I tripped over a patch of uneven Mission pavement and skinned both my knees. Not badly, but enough to remind me how they always used to be like that. Except back then they were scabby little-girl knees instead of neatly bandaged grown-up knees. The more scabs, the better.
It made me want to go roller skating in the parking lot of Cooley Dickinson Hospital. But instead I came home from work early and took a nap.
Some days are like that.
She's never met a country she didn't like.
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