Yesterday at lunch in the coffee room at work, one of my workmates commented on my hands. "You have real priest's hands," she said. I was taken aback. What sort of hands do priests have? Holy hands? Soft, work-shy hands? Stern, justice serving hands?
Anyway, everyone knows I have the hands of a surgeon. I keep them in a drawer next to the pianist's hands in a jar.
Anyway, everyone knows I have the hands of a surgeon. I keep them in a drawer next to the pianist's hands in a jar.
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