They appear without asking permission. One glance, and your stomach drops. Those once-smooth nails now carry thin, vertical ridges that feel like a message you’re not sure you want to read. You tell yourself it’s nothing, but the questions won’t stop. What if they mean something more? What if your body is whispering a truth you can’t yet fac… Continues…
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