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You: long, curvaceous, a little prickly. We were attached at the hip for years. One day, I woke up and you were gone. Ever since, I've been crippled. I can hardly get out of bed without you. There's no way I can compete in this race called life. I've tried substitutes, but they all seemed wooden.
Please come walking through my door. I miss you, leg.
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