About the Author
When I was three years old I threw myself through a plate glass door, landing in a bloody heap at my mother's feet. I didn't see the door; I just wanted to be outside. My mother scooped me up and rushed me to a hospital where they sewed me back together.
All that effort to keep me whole; this is the firstname.lastname@example.org
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