The location is such that every time I open my mouth to eat, it re-opens the wound (you can stop reading here if you like).
And today at lunch with Destiny in our usual spot at Union Station, it started bleeding. I guess I didn't cut the watermelon small enough.
It was gross. Sorry, Destiny.
It's getting to the point where I look in the mirror and think to myself, "Why so serious?"
Solidarity, brother.
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