Tim shrugged. “Of course. I did more than think about it, actually.” Tim’s expression didn’t change. He nodded and pulled the sleeve of his sweater back, turned his wrist over, and showed her the thick keloid scar running crossways along the inside of his wrist. He’d told me once he’d gotten it in a boating accident. “I lied,” he said and shrugged, looking at me. “I tried twice. Turns out I wasn’t good at it.”
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