In no mood to go up just to get splint adjusted. Too loose for security, which is much like comfort. So, I got Dylan to trim it, since Lefty is still iffy with scissors, with a bit of steam I moulded the elastic-plastic.
So much better, snug and secure.
The memory of smoke
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