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She puts a hand on his arm.... «Saturday»
dandelion_girl20 января 2024She puts a hand on his arm. Unlike her father’s or brother’s, it’s a tiny hand with tapering fingers, each with a remnant of a childish dimple at the base. While she speaks he’s looking at her fingernails, gratified to see them in good condition. Longish, smooth, clean, glazed, not painted. You can tell a lot from a person’s nails. When a life starts to unravel, they’re among the first to go.
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