T and A's bf, P, went to a pull a part type place yesterday to get a new to us transmission for Elvis. It's a place where you have to pull the parts off the junk vehicles yourself. Things were going fine until T dropped the transmission on his finger. When he got home he was taking a shower and kept trying to scrub the pretty colors off his finger. He finally realized it was bruising. We live in a danger zone.
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