Not surprisingly, though, I might have left pieces of assorted other organs, as well. See also: liver (somewhere on the Lower East Side) and brain (scattered like ashes from the Williamsburg Bridge).
Upon further investigation, it seems that, curiously, another piece of my heart may have been stolen and taken to the west coast. I mean, it's one of those replaceable parts. The ones that grow back like starfish legs. But I can't help but be a little freaked out by it.
I mean, have you ever seen a starfish without a leg? It's a little unsettling. (I would tell you to Google it, but I just did. Y'all. I wouldn't recommend it.)
cheers,
elizabeth
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