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Medicine estimates that your heart is about the same size as your clenched fist. But I think my heart is bigger than my fist. I've never thrown a punch at someone and my hand is so small I imagine it would barely make a bruise the size of a plum. He compares his hands to mine. I slide the base of my palm up just a bit higher than his and he slides it down to make sure the measurement is accurate but we know it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how much bigger his hands are because he fits neatly between the pages of a heavy medical textbook and his fist is precisely the size of his heart. I can smell the coated paper as I place my palm flat against his left breast. My younger sister and I used to settle our frequent arguments by wrestling with each other. The only reason we now fight with words instead of limbs is because my sister now has about five inches and twenty pounds on me: I simply wouldn't win. My mother used to always remark, your sister loves you fully no ma