Learning To Love You More

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I got this scar whilst baking bread. I was seeing a boy who, like me, is a Polish Jew whose family came to New York on a boat. They became tailors; we became cobblers. I thought that this sounded nice, thus our seeing each other despite the fact that I wasn't very interested in him. I did many things to try to involve myself in the relationship more, none of which really involved him. I baked him something almost every day, and that day I was baking braided bread. It had to be perfect. I didn't want it to burn. I took it out of the oven too quickly and with too little care. There was a blister.