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Abstract

Weeks went by in which I didn’t address the blunt, gripping pain on my inner shin. Now, I was sitting on a paddleboard in the middle of a lake in Suffolk, Virginia. It was almost midnight and the air was cool and breezy. I pressed two fingers into the side of my tibia just to remind myself the shock was there. I feared for what I had done to myself.

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