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How many bones have you broken? Yours or someone else's?
Amazingly, only ever a fracture. One Sunday morning when I was 8 years old, I slammed my thumb in a shiny just-been-washed black corvette on the way to "checking out a new church" with my mother and her friend's family. The door locked. An impressive display and series of events for not even having genuinely "broken" anything.
The following Christmas Eve, my blackened-purplish nail fell off and a fresh, slightly more angular thumb nail emerged: it continues to grow around a nerve thread to this very day.
