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My pinkies don’t bend right. They get locked in place attempting to navigate space so they turn introspective, going inward. My aunt is a palm reader. She looked at my lines, at the small age of nine, and wisely determined my destiny. My right hand is clumsy. To be a good surgeon I needed to burgeon despite my weak faith and faults.
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
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My pinkies don’t bend right. They get locked in place attempting to navigate space so they turn introspective, going inward. My aunt is a palm reader. She looked at my lines, at the small age of nine, and wisely determined my destiny. My right hand is clumsy. To be a good surgeon I needed to burgeon despite my weak faith and faults.
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
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