Opening a can of beans I sliced my knuckle on the lid. My mind was on your warm embrace but it should've been on my hand. When I was out biking after work I hit that big pothole on State. My eyes were filled with your smile when I kissed the ground with mine. These bruises on my legs and back from when I tripped in the stairwell? I heard you whispering in my ear and tried to hold you closer. The shaving accidents were the worst, given my proclivity to bleed. You're in luck, though — I gave up and decided to grow a beard. I hope you get home soon and bring my concentration back. This cast will be off before long, but not until you sign it.
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