A few weeks ago a friend called me up, saying she’d cut her finger and wasn’t sure whether she needed stitches or not. I popped over right away (she lives across the street, small town life) and we hemmed and hawed over this deep but not, like, bone-deep slice: “It’s not dangling…” “But it’s still bleeding…”. The prospect o…
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