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One warm spring afternoon in 2007, my son was out rollerblading. I was working on the laptop, and heard him climbing the steps in his blades. He opens the door, and says "mom, I think I cracked my finger." I looked, and his ring finger was dislocated, and laying across his index and middle fingers. All I could say was "oh, that's so not a crack!"


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