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The Sharp Edge

By nerdgirl999, New York, NY

She plopped down on the floor and stared up at her mother. She tickled her mother’s bare feet with her own.

“You did well in your game today,” her mother commented.

“Thanks,” she said absentmindedly, continuing to wiggle her toes.

“Ooh, I like your toenails. Did you do them?” asked her mother.

Her stomach plummeted to the floor. “Oh, um…yeah.” She studied the ethnic detail on the carpet.

“You hesitated. Why did you hesitate?” her mother asked pointedly.

“Um. They’re a nice color. Orange, for Halloween. Do you like it?” She smiled uncomfortably.

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