He always saved the thumbnail for last, that one required a little twist of the head to pull it off, hoping he wouldn’t rip too deep, fifty percent success rate, maybe.
Don’t chew your nails, Yuri, Mama always said at home, and in English on the plane from Samara to Manchester.
She wasn’t on the plane from Manchester to Detroit, she came later, three years later, Katerina already stripping on John R and Yuri nose guzzling powder and stealing car parts.
Katya got clean, bless her she did, Mama thinking it was an act of God, a God that couldn’t even help Yuri stop chewing his nails, deep orange now from nicotine.
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