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  • "I have bad memories of blue hands. But you don't need to hear about that."


    Blue hands?
    Why blue hands?
    Were your hands blue?
    Did they put their hands around your neck when they were supposed to be tucking in the covers and kissing you goodnight?
    Did they beat the peach out of your flesh and bruise your lovely fingers?
    Is that why you don't like blue hands?
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