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A hole in one!
I was circumcised at seven because it was the fashion. I no longer have my tonsils or my appendix. French surgeons very kindly whipped out my gall bladder for me for free following eleven years of agony on a British NHS waiting list. The end of my left index finger got chopped off when someone carelessly dropped a tractor on it from a great height. There are three gaps where once there were molars. I’ve lost part of my heart, a bit of my knee and my hair is thinning.
There’s hardly anything left. When they come to bury me I shall demand a discount.
I’ve finished falling to bits now.
For the day anyway.
