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[lefthertainted]

When I was six, my older sister shoved me down a hill into a pile of broken glass because I could play the violin better than she could. The glass caused severe lacerations on my face and I also broke my arm.

I've always told people that the scars on my face were because of an "accident", but in reality the only accidental part about it was that my sister wasn't expecting the broken beer bottles to be there.

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[lefthertainted]

Just a little, yes. Getting accused of being a kidnapper tends to raise a few questions in one's mind.

Of course, then the question becomes which one?, though I think I can probably guess that too, based on the accent. Not that I really care anyway, since I'm supremely disinterested in the political maneuverings of governments anyway.

It's a plan, then. Well, as much of one as you ever get here in Chicago, anyway.