Coreen studied their hands, clasped together, fingers entwined as their bodies had been hours earlier. Her hand was so...different. So foreign, yet, so familiar; Remy's long, delicate fingers, nails blunted by clippers and a file, curled around her own. Short, but strong, with slightly longer nails, but polish in the same amount of disarray.
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love your style of writing. Amazing. Brava!
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