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We were all about the lacerations, growing up in our house. I never broke anything, but I needed stitches twice before I got to Kindergarten, once more in third grade, and then in sixth grade I tore up my knee so badly there wasn't anything they could feasibly stitch together. My brother had stitches a total of 3 times, once in his tongue. But he was more of a Renaissance Man: he broke his collarbone too.
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