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The discomfort in the air was palpable whenever the subject of Max’s wheelchair came up. Sometimes, she wanted to scream, “yes, my legs are fucked, get over it!” Sometimes, she wanted to pull her hair out. Sometimes, she wanted to give up.
She did all and none of those things at different times, but she found the most effective method of dealing with people’s pitying looks was to simply inconvenience them.
She became a master at blocking paths and wheeling just close enough to people that they became scared for their toes. She was a queen, her chair her throne.
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