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And I got more work done on my terrible face; I got two telephone-pole-like posts put in about an inch deep into bone. They ain't comin' out. They may be the most stable part of my body right now. But the stitches tickle and it's still more than a bit painful, and I just ran outta meds. This is on course to becoming the worst Christmas vacation ever, of Griswoldian proportions. Joy to the goddamn world.
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