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They just keep growing back.
Until the day you die, you're going to have to file, trim, shape, buff, or polish your fingernails. Or, you give up and become a contender for the Guinness Book of World Records. When I'm not biting my fingernails, I'm wishing I could punch them. (But that would be impossible, since they are tucked inside my fist.)
Don't even get me started about cuticles…
1 comment:
If that's your fingernail, I'm impressed. You got NOTHIN' on my cuticles. I could practically grow vegetables in the cracks in them.
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