I love Léon's hands. They are pudgy and kind of big, tipped with long, razor-sharp nails. Kind of warlock-y. Yesterday I watched him in rapture as he batted, grasped, reached for my ring with them. When it's time to wash them, the amount of jam encrusted between his fingers and in the lines of his palms makes me laugh. I call him "Marky Mark and his hands the funky bunch."
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