The nail on my left hand’s middle finger is cracked down the centre.
I’ve no memory of how or when it broke, but as my nail grows out, the crack persists and splinters at the tip into two opposing jagged edges that catch on any fabric I handle; tea towels as I dry my hands, t-shirts as I dress, bed sheets as I sleep. The slightest snag has my immediate …
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