i'm laying here contemplating the many (many) ways I was wrong about the pain.
the exquisite permutations and the subtle, nuanced shades of it. the sweetly smiling, scalpel-smooth caress of it. the steely, unblinking caleidoscope of it, patiently shifting from the serrated to the sublime.
it's hilarious, really, how wrong I was.
oh, and the knee kinda hurts, too.
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