She said, "Don't look at my knuckles because I put my fist through a brick wall last week. And this weekend, I have to get out of town."

He said, "Look at my hands, then. This one is from a steel door, like 20 years ago, And this one is from 15 years ago, that was the concrete. And this one is from last year and it was a piece of metal and it took forever to heal. But they all heal. They just leave you with a roadmap of your past and my road, I don't want to walk down like that any more."

And she cried into her whiskey and played with her tossled hair and they went back to watching the monster movie playing in the dive bar.

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