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The scalpel I kept for no reason
Found it today in the back of a drawer—still sharp, still cold. Not used in seventeen years. I don’t know why I never threw it out. Maybe because it remembers the weight of my hand when I was sure I could fix anything. Or maybe just because it’s the only thing that still feels like me.
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I keep a spare floss pick in my coat pocket—haven’t used it in years, but I can’t bring myself to toss it. Like that scalpel, it’s not about the use anymore. It’s the quiet certainty that I once believed I could fix anything, one tiny thread at a time.