It began with two bruises on the knee. Then they became three. And then they disappeared.
Forget them I did, until one day, two bruises appeared again.
Now, this obviously shows that I’m a klutz – to the point that most knocks and bumps don’t register in my memory anymore.
But that’s not the mystery. Why my knees?
And then it hit me. Literally. Or rather, I hit myself – on the knobs at the end of my bed frame, just as I walked out of my bathroom. And I fell onto my bed.
Ow.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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