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Chronicle of an F*ed Up Body
Skull
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I cannot blame all of the physical problems on my father of course.
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He was the first to injure my head/neck, as far as I know, with his love of smacking you upside the head.
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Later in life I had a fiance that punched me JUST ONCE, but his hands and force were strong enough to chip a bone that floated around for years until, I suppose, it found a place to reside and permanently stick.
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I also want to mention the possible damage from an ex who stomped on the brake once, and my head slammed into the windshield.
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(pre-mandatory seat belts)
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The first time he did it on accident, but the second time he did it on purpose, because we were arguing. He laughed, my head hurt, and I learned to wear a seat belt.
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Next part, The Brain
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