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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Beautiful Girl

A lovely short story by Tobias Wolff:

When I was fifteen, I cut off the last joint of my left ring finger during a woodshop class. I was laughing at a joke while cutting a board on a table saw. The bite of the blade sent a great shock through me, and I didn’t dare look down, but the bleached faces of the other boys told me just how bad it was.
Read more: The New Yorker

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