He remembered that first knee scrape, the itching sting, the thin red line drawn across otherwise unmarked skin. He couldn’t believe it. After an entire childhood of watching his step—carefully avoiding doors, dogs and corners—he’d drawn blood anyway. He’d wanted to make it through here without a scratch.
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