For hours I will sit staring at a portion of myself. A leg perhaps. Mine is thick and heavily muscled, a bit fat in the upper thigh. Most people would consider it powerful, capable of winning some kind of contest. The short, curly black hairs cover it in a regular pattern. There is no detectable flaw in the perfect taper of the calf or in the smooth-working joint.
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We reached the car, and I held the door open for him, but he didn't climb in right away. He stood there rocking on his crutch, gazing off at the sky and the fields and the fall trees starting to go the color of sherbet