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She hands me a wooden spoon.

"You're going to need this."

I put it between my teeth.

Slowly she places the pliers around my big toe. The metal is ice cold.

My breathing quickens. My pulse races.

I catch her eye. I nod.

Do it.

I bite down hard.

She squeezes the handles.


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