I watch you plunge your hand into the metal drum of ice water (when it involves cold, cold water it is always plunging). You grimace, smile at me. Eventually the pain turns to numbness, as pain tends to do. Next is the wax, it looks like a pot of unfiltered honey. You dip that in (hot equals dip). A smile again, different, soothing. I know the two pains are canceling each other out. I wish everything could be made as simple as a wax hand.
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