"As much?" I said. I shook my head. "Not as much. Still hurts, though."
"What kind of hurt is it?"
"It's a Tootsie Roll Pop sort of hurt. It's hard on the outside, and then inside, below the shell, it's a softer and less awful kind of hurt."
The Muse thought a moment. "I hope your hurt is grape flavored. I like grape."
"Me too, Muse, me too."