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Rouge, threaded dragons intertwined with oriental cherries stain a mockery of silk spread across an unsteady table. The lady, dwarfed by the redwood counter, has skin stretched taught across the bones of her temples only to softly be drooped and draped around her jowls. She caught both my eyes in the little dips of her palms but wrinkles worked onto her face are focused on receipts and she is obviously oblivious that her hands, veined with sickly blue, had struck me so hard that my head is thudding numbly. Her nails are narrow and naturally long, set into the spotted skin of her delicate fingers, pulling at a memory bathed in red by the Chinese lanterns hanging over me, the couple near the kitchen and tiny Mrs Huang. Her hands gesture to me after calling my order twice   and I walk towards them to take the sterile, plastic packet so that I can finally exit to the alley and spit into the gutter a touch of an image much too familiar to only belong to Mrs Huang.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
I Found your Hands.
Rouge, threaded dragons intertwined with oriental cherries stain a mockery of silk spread across an unsteady table. The lady, dwarfed by the redwood counter, has skin stretched taught across the bones of her temples only to softly be drooped and draped around her jowls. She caught both my eyes in the little dips of her palms but wrinkles worked onto her face are focused on receipts and she is obviously oblivious that her hands, veined with sickly blue, had struck me so hard that my head is thudding numbly. Her nails are narrow and naturally long, set into the spotted skin of her delicate fingers, pulling at a memory bathed in red by the Chinese lanterns hanging over me, the couple near the kitchen and tiny Mrs Huang. Her hands gesture to me after calling my order twice   and I walk towards them to take the sterile, plastic packet so that I can finally exit to the alley and spit into the gutter a touch of an image much too familiar to only belong to Mrs Huang.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
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