[ Now she's picturing baby hands but adult-sized. Like actual baby hands, with pudgy little fingers that can't do a damn thing. Her current hands jerk up and drop again, another aborted reflex, this one to cover her mouth when she barks a laugh at William's assurance that her fingerprints will be the same. She lowers her head, brow on the very edge of the table. It tilts in a shake from there before she picks it up again. ]
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I don't know what that means. Any of those words.