Write a story about hands
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Write a story about hands
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Justin's hands were different. I expected them to be smaller and more slender, but they were not.


Once I had shaken his hand and sat down, I recalled my father's hands: rough and weathered from a life subjected to the elements. I'll never forget the harsh, albeit comforting, feel of his oversized cracked hand clutching my small hand as he walked me to school on my first day.


Many years later came Larry's tanned hands with the long fingers. In the beginning, I loved to watch them as they tripped along the piano keys. But when they turned cruel, squeezed my throat, and tried to strangle me, I began to hate them with a passion.


Next, there was Peter, the man who longed to be a chef, only to find he was let down by the allergy his hands had developed to certain foods. Scabby and covered with eczema, these hands seeking me out became my biggest fear.


As I watched Justin walk away from the podium at the Surgical Conference, where he had delivered his lecture on the removal of cancer, I continued to marvel at the softness of his huge hands. Yet, I had no difficulty imagining how powerful they would be as they sliced out that offending cancer with a sharp scalpel.
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Justin's hands were different. I expected them to be smaller and more slender, but they were not.


Once I had shaken his hand and sat down, I recalled my father's hands: rough and weathered from a life subjected to the elements. I'll never forget the harsh, albeit comforting, feel of his oversized cracked hand clutching my small hand as he walked me to school on my first day.


Many years later came Larry's tanned hands with the long fingers. In the beginning, I loved to watch them as they tripped along the piano keys. But when they turned cruel, squeezed my throat, and tried to strangle me, I began to hate them with a passion.


Next, there was Peter, the man who longed to be a chef, only to find he was let down by the allergy his hands had developed to certain foods. Scabby and covered with eczema, these hands seeking me out became my biggest fear.


As I watched Justin walk away from the podium at the Surgical Conference, where he had delivered his lecture on the removal of cancer, I continued to marvel at the softness of his huge hands. Yet, I had no difficulty imagining how powerful they would be as they sliced out that offending cancer with a sharp scalpel.</s>
