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We were poor when we were kids, but matches were cheap, so we figured out how to make bombs and rockets using matchheads. We stopped when one went off in the hand of one of us. His twin brother was in the same room at the time talking on the phone, and a piece of shrapnel embedded in the wall next to his head. The explosion took one finger off totaly, above the nuckle. The rest of his hand looked like hamburger. They couldn't find the finger, so took him to the hospital as is. When the parents returned home, they found the cat playing with the finger.
We called the guy Fingers from then on.
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