I Think I'm Paranoid
Or: Uranus! And the manicurist?
No, I do not speak about yours and not mine; well yes but no; I place myself from the point of view of one who observes, with regard to that which is being carefully examined; suddenly my imagination fly and makes me think of a a manicurist doing their job with skill and mastery of a sculptor working on a beautiful and delicate piece of Carrara marble.
Ladies, when you are confronted by one of them, how do you approach it? The delicacy and gentleness, of this issue requires to be well informed, A close encounter with one of them involves a previous visit to a meticulous and skilled a manicurist?
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Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that the whole world's not out to getcha.