Fingertips
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Hands can touch people in different ways.
Physically.
Emotionally.
But fingertips, well,
they're the first to connect.
-Just a note to anyone who reads this book. There is mature language, and many topics discussed in this book that may trigger some readers who have a hard time digesting certain topics such as eating disorders and any other mature topics that can potentially be brought up. If you believe you are capable of continuing, feel free to read. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story.-
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