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I SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE CHAIR, GAZING DOWN AT MY TOES. IT WAS TIME FOR A CHANGE MY OLD PEDICURE. I REACHED FOR THE BOTTLE OF NAIL POLISH REMOVER, UNSCREWING THE CAP WITH DETERMINATION. AS THE ACETONE-LACED SCENT WAFTED UPWARD, MEMORIES FLOODED MY MIND. EACH STROKE OF THE SPECIAL TISSUE ACROSS MY NAIL CARRIED AWAY A PIECE OF THE PAST. I REMEMBERED THE DAY I HAD APPLIED THIS POLISH. FINALLY, THE LAST TRACE OF RED FADED AWAY, LEAVING MY TOES BARE. I SAT BACK, TAKING IN THE SIGHT. MY NAILS WERE NOW A BLANK CANVAS, READY TO BE PAINTED WITH A FRESH COLOR, READY TO EMBARK ON NEW ADVENTURES.