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Jun 2013
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"Why are you biting your fingers?", she asks and the question grabs me with surprise.
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As I flash my dark eyes in her direction I decide to admit "To keep from biting my lips..."
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Her shy half-smile and returned glaring eye contact tells me that the reason for the turning gears in my head are understood....
Samantha Page
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