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He uses a precision scalpel to set aside the skin and bone (which had been in the way) so that I can have the Look I mean, it's never good enough but at least it's closer Closer The surgical technician sews me up black wire sutures across my left side, the surrounding skin all red with irritation. "Can I keep it?" I ask of the removed bone Of course, he does say, It is yours Anyway Ten procedures in one day I look like a new kind of human a so-called 'superhuman' modernistic Captain America maybe. Surgery can cover up most anything they say Except my giant bony dolphin hands They will forever identify me...
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
Abdominoplasty
He uses a precision scalpel to set aside the skin and bone (which had been in the way) so that I can have the Look I mean, it's never good enough but at least it's closer Closer The surgical technician sews me up black wire sutures across my left side, the surrounding skin all red with irritation. "Can I keep it?" I ask of the removed bone Of course, he does say, It is yours Anyway Ten procedures in one day I look like a new kind of human a so-called 'superhuman' modernistic Captain America maybe. Surgery can cover up most anything they say Except my giant bony dolphin hands They will forever identify me...
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
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