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toenail clippers wont do my nails

toe nail clipper? she asks. I laugh and scoff. It’ll take a jackhammer to get these nails off. They are thick, gristly, harder than a screw. What about sheep shears? Asks my cousin Lou. She does not have nails like these wretched claws. I change the batteries in both of my chainsaws It has to be done, all my socks have gigantic holes. I reach for the first chainsaw whose battery glows.

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