The first time you compare those two fingers, something cracks open inside you. A tiny, private earthquake. You stare, measuring, replaying every story you’ve heard about what those lines and lengths might mean. Are you fierce or fragile, sharp-edged or soft-hearted? The answers feel dangerously close, as if your skin has been holding a secret fil… Continues…
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