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Three weeks before I got married the first time, I was cleaning some glass cups. My wife was at work, and I was home alone.
Well one of the damn things broke on me, and put a slash into the top of my hand between the thumb and the index finger.
I had to wrap it in a towel, drive to the hospital, and then after getting 18 stitches, drive to pick her up from work.
The sad thing is that she got mad at me.
That bitch.
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