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    What I know about love lines I’ve learned from a book on palmistry that I purchased because I wanted to make some quick cash in college, and I thought I could play the part of mystic well, having dark eyes and all.

    What I know about love I’ve learned from a book of poetry, a few books of poetry, and novels, and lines that I liked particularly and underlined,and all the boys that I have let read these books and these lines. Most often, though, I dog-ear only the bottoms of the pages. As if it is through love that they can discover my favorite line.

    What I know about love lines: if you pull back the fingers taut (the fingers splayed mean that you are not frightened, you will let me see as much as I please) all the webbing clarified, vast islands on the lines. This is the case when I stretch that skin and gaze at my love line and try to determine what breaks correspond with what years.

    And what I know about love: if you look from far away, there are hardly any of these wrinkles, these webs and snarls and tangles, these breaks. When there is no strain, when the skin merely falls as it is, each lines looks so strong and straight.
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