Saturday, I helped my mother move and we went through the old ritual where I catch her little cat and get my hand clawed up. She got me good this time and by the next day, a red and enflamed area had spread across my palm. I watched it close to see if it continued to grow and if a trip to the med center was in order. My stigmata. My writing hand. She even got a fang into my index finger.
Today, it appears to be better.
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