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She was given to me by a friend over twenty years ago. She’s intended to be a personal health-aid. When something hurts, you stick a pin in that part of her medically-encyclopedic body and abracadabra!! It’s gone!
She came equipped with ten pins. At the time, I wondered how on earth I could ever use that many. “Really?” I thought. “What was my friend thinking? Only a hypochondriac could come up with that many aches and pains.”
Fast forward twenty years. The poor little thing has become a veritable pincushion.
Through the years, she’s been forced to undergo a few additions and corrections. She’s been altered to specifications, if you will. Her pains; my pins. Too many of both.
Her edges are now frayed, just like mine. Her muscles have gone saggy, like mine. Her joints ache, like mine. Even her stuffing’s a bit lumpy, just like mine.
She’s my new best friend. I think she likes me, too. We commiserate and heal each other.
After all, friends stick together.