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... Guy, down to my hands.
Fingernails that were on the longer side, which I wouldn’t run around with—nowadays even without cutting my nails.
I looked at my palms; the head and heart line, which had been consisting of only one continuous line on my hands for as long as I remembered, was now separated.
Also, these fingers were more petite but longer than mine were.
These aren’t my hands.
I looked up again and met Chelsea’s eyes. She took one long look at me be ...
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