Scar

I am.” She pulled her black sweater over her head. Her breasts were small, with brownish pink nipples; a scar, running from just below the left nipple, vanished into the waistband of her jeans.

“You were hurt,” Kumiko said, looking at the scar.

Sally looked down. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you have it removed?”

“Sometimes it’s good to remember.”

“Being hurt?”

“Being stupid.”

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Mona Lisa Overdrive ch 22