vs. limbs

"―You‘ve survived—avoided the wrong kind of attention, kept
intact."
	I shrugged and then yanked my left t-shirt sleeve up to my shoulder so he could see the thin, ragged line that circled my
arm. "Got this ripped off once," I admitted. "―Got it back before Jen could toast it. Riley showed me how to put it back on."
	Diego smiled wryly and touched his right knee with one finger. His dark jeans covered the scar that must have been there. "It happens to everybody."