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“His Hands”

His hands intrigued me. Elegant, slender digits, nails nicely kept. Soft. No hard labor for him. I watched as he gently caressed the puppy’s ears. “Boss, what’s the word?” asked Eddie Marchetti. “Kill the bastard,” he replied, continuing to caress … Continue reading

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