maybe id even be able to get back my old job as a candy tester , this time without breaking into a cold sweat every time a new flavor of m & m was brought to me because i was worried this might at last be the one which was poisoned so they could replace me with a man who had been surgically made similar to me in every way except for an overlooked mole on the back of his upper thigh , the significance of which could never be realized by anybody other than my mother , and then not even her because at my age its very rare for your mother to see the back of your upper thigh [ 13 ] unless shes looking at faded polaroid photos of you from when you were a baby playing in a metal washtub .