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I go back home repeating my part once again. While I watch television in the evening I file my bony fingers slowly and carefully, removing the bits of dry skin. It is really nice to get a close touch of reality. I think of my lost nails as the ingredient you always forget to put on a

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cake, or one of those flavourings which you never have in your cupboard, or the icing, which makes the cake look nicer but does not really make any difference when you come to taste it. I hear my mother complaining in the background as I stroke my cat…I observe him carefully so that I can get a more truthful performance.