"You hurt my sore hand!" she yelled.
"I was being gentle, Nanny," I said.
"They stuck me too many times at the hospital. They made a sore on my hand."
"I don't see a sore on your hand."
I pretended to grab the invisible sore and threw it out the window. "Now, it's gone."
"Okay, that's better. Thank you."
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