One.
Left foot, big toe.
Two.
Left foot, big toe.
Three.
Right shoulder, smashed between left index and middle fingers.
Four.
Top of right ear. Always the top.
Five.
Slight webbing between middle and ring finger on right hand.
Six.
Mirror of five.
Seven.
Left knee cap.
Eight.
Neck, right side, just up from the collar bone.
Nine.
Upper thigh on right leg. Short shorts are short.
Ten.
Right index finger. Through a scab from a cat scratch?
Eleven
Left knee cap. Again.
Twelve.
Upper left arm, bend of the tricep.
Thirteen.
Stomach. Just right of the belly button. Beneath a tank top. How?
Fourteen.
Knee pit, left leg. Sweaty and bloody and grainy.
Fifteen.
Left big toe. Three strikes, assholes.
Sixteen.
Right hip, on the bone. Through the tank top? Killed before I could tell.
Seventeen.
Left forearm. Smashed with right palm, just below the pinkie. Drop my phone in the process. Sorry Kirsten!
Eighteen.
Back of the neck, followed quickly by the familiar and fearful high-pitched chime of inevitable pain behind the ear.
Nineteen.
Behind left ear.
Twenty
Non-existent. You win this time, 'squitos.
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