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Weekly Contest #378
No matter how many times I washed my hands, they still felt filthy. I held them under near-scalding water, using a sponge to scrub under my fingernails. Soap frothed around the drain. The water ran clear – had run clear for at least five minutes – but it wasn’t until someone rapped sharply on the door that I turned off the water. “I’m coming,” I called, frantically drying my hands as though doing so might erase the raw skin around my cuticles. I smoothed my hair back and stepped out of the bathroom. “Sorry.” Clancey’s gaze flicked over me...
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