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These hands are not your model's hands. They were never soaked with milk, pampered with soothing oils and creams, and trimmed and cleaned like a rich woman's hands should deserve.
These hands are not rich. They never signed a check worth millions, inspected clothes worth more than a normal man's monthly wage, dined with the elite, and brushed with other hands that could change the world in a snap.
But these hands---dirty, bruised, and calloused---knew hardship and pain. And these hands will carry your load, soothe your ache, tousle your hair, encase you with warmth, and try to give you hope and love.
Because time taught these hands a lesson, and they learned that lesson well---soon, everything will be alright. We will all get out of this. It will work itself out.
Until then, these hands will continue to hold yours and will not let go. And together, we will make it. Together.
I hope these hands will be more than enough, for this is all I can offer you.
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