I use a nail clipper.  You use a nail clipper.  Everyone does, right?  Well, I haven’t always used one.  When I was little, my Dad used to tell me the only way to deal with long nails was to rip them off.  He used a hand-operated machine from a past century to do it to me and my mother.  He’s in jail now, I was told.  I don’t walk around with bandages on my hands anymore.
Credit To – Gingerbread

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