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Chapter 19 - The New LegMy replacement prosthetic arrived in March.

Same model family.

Updated processor.

Better battery.

I hated the first fitting.

Too tight.

Second was better.

Third felt almost right.

Erin asked:

“Want to try the hallway?”

I stood.

Weight shift.

Step.

Click.

Whir.

Step.

Click.

Whir.

My mother stood near the door.

Crying.

I pointed.

“Colonels cry?”

“Only during equipment testing.”

“Right.”

I walked fifteen feet.

Turned.

Walked back.

No applause.

I had banned applause.

I wasn't performing inspiration.

May you like

I was walking.

That was enough.

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