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i put nail polish on all of my fingers because i have put it on my left and
right thumbnail. i put nail polish on my right thumbnail because i have put
it on my left thumbnail. i put nail polish on my left thumbnail because i
was bored... and i once dropped a big rock on it and it turned black and blue.
why do i put nail polish on that nail, making it look as it once did? why do
i try to remember that?
maybe i merely attempt to regress back to my care-free childhood.
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