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Jayci
Kahului, Hawaii USA
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This is a fresh scar that runs down my chin from a car accident three weeks ago. My car's airbag beat me up and left me with scratches all over my face, chest, stomach, hands, and arms. The car accident in a roundabout way led to me dumping my boyfriend of nearly two and a half years and forced me to interact with my new love, the city bus and the people on it. It was the beginning of a chain of challenging events. Mom says, "God was testing" me. It is still to be determined if I am passing or failing.
In the weeks following, one guy told me the scar was sexy; that I looked like a super hero. Another guy kept licking his finger and trying to wipe it off; "You've got something on your face."
I am still talking to my ex-boyfriend.
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