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Unformatted text preview: “please tell me it’s just dislocated.” “Nah,” he says. Like his face, his voice is cheery, only mildly interested. He could be watching all this on T.V. while he noshes on one of those marzes bars. “It’s broken in five-I’d say, maybe six places.” “I’m sorry,” I tell him, “God knows why-” And then I’m gone again for a little while. It isn’t like blacking out it’s more as if the film of memory has been spliced here and there. When I come back this time, an orange and white can is idling at the side of the road with its flashers going. An emergency medical technician, Paul Fillebrown is his name, is kneeling beside me-He’s doing something. Cutting off my jeans I think; although that might have come later. “My toes-did they move?” I ask, Paul. Hey says, “they did a good healthy wiggle.” “Swear to god?” I ask him, and I think he does....
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This note was uploaded on 09/08/2010 for the course NUFS 115 at San Jose State.