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I cut my toe this morning.
I like to shave in the shower, so two years ago, Claudine got me a mirror that mounts to the shower wall by a suction cup. The mirror also has two little hooks for razors. Claudine and I are both Mach 3 users, so she wrapped a yellow elastic hair tie around the handle of her razor so we could tell them apart. About every other day I bump Claudine's razor with my shoulder and knock it onto the floor. Usually it breaks apart with the blade part and the handle part flying in two different directions. I grope around (I don't put my contacts in until after my shower) looking for the parts, put it back together and hang it back on the hook.
Notice I said usually. This morning something different happened. The bumping happened with no problem. I've got the bumping thing down. The razor fell straight down onto my foot. Blade side down. And it cut me. I'm not quite sure about the physics of the whole thing. You wouldn't think that just that act of the razor falling would actually cause a cut on my foot. But it did. And my precious blood was spilt.
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