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May 4, 2007
“Newt, we need to get rid of that thing.” I told him.

“Why?”

“You can’t just keep a dead guys arm.”

“Why not? He doesn’t need it anymore.”

“I can’t argue with that logic, Newton, but there are so many reasons we can’t keep it.”

“Did you just call me Newton?” Full name treatment was just as harsh to his adult ego as it would have been if he were still six.

He pulled the arm back into the window, missing his chance to swing at a deer crossing sign. There were fewer houses around to litter with deceased digits.