Durning the summer my Dad`s Oven broke, so he told me to help him pick it up and move it, halfway out the door he tripped, it fell, and I got a Quarter sized scar. it was pretty Deep, all bloody and gross when I showed my dad all he said was to go inside and Not get blood on anything. course by the time I got to the Door my hole Arm was a Bloody mess. later my mom said I should get stitches, but my dad said it was too expensive. sp we didn`t. well, that was in June. now 9 months later, it's all

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