Ben pretended to sigh.
"Well, not much I can do about that. My hands are too big and awkward anyway." he said, holding up the massive appendages.
Erin stifled a laugh, then looked down at her own hands and sighed.
((My uncle ALWAYS looks like a grease monkey. And smells like oil and sweat. A haircut won't fix that.))
Twilight - The Book, by Stephenie Meyer
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