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Yours; rugged. Mine; soft. Yours; worn out. Mine; never worked a day. Our hands are so different but yet exactly the same. We both have ten fingers. We both have our life stories written on our palms. Our hands will meet soon. They'll tell stories to each other. Stories of failure. Stories of love. Stories of pain. And everything in between. Our hands will touch soon. They'll feel each others heartbeats. Slowly at first. But shortly get faster. Our hands are exactly the same. They're in love with each other. As am I with you.