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A finger can be something beautiful, something that strokes piano keys and bandages children’s wounds, something that contains the entire emotion of a single human being in its joints. Or it can be a device for turning the body inside out, like a rag doll that is split open with a seam ripper to remove the surplus stuffing. If math has anything to do with this, I could multiply 23 by 7 five times and still not get any close to the number of times I have ripped ripped myself apart, like Moses parting the Red Sea.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Why I cringe when you hold my hand
A finger can be something beautiful, something that strokes piano keys and bandages children’s wounds, something that contains the entire emotion of a single human being in its joints. Or it can be a device for turning the body inside out, like a rag doll that is split open with a seam ripper to remove the surplus stuffing. If math has anything to do with this, I could multiply 23 by 7 five times and still not get any close to the number of times I have ripped ripped myself apart, like Moses parting the Red Sea.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
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