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March 16, 2004
The Girl with the Grubby Fingers
She was a normal, laughing, fun loving girl. It was her fingers, though, that set her apart. They were grubby fingers. You know the kind that seemed to be more at home digging through the dirt than with fingernail polish on. I still am not completely sure why her fingers struck me as grubby. They were wide but not overly fat and seemed to come abruptly to their end with almost triangular shaped nails. They moved rather clumsily and fumbled with almost everything that they touched, roving and climbing, never resting, blunted confusion.
Posted by paul at March 16, 2004 11:11 AM
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Whose are they?
Posted by: Adam at March 16, 2004 02:00 PM