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I stared dumbfounded at the stain spreading out on the lines of my palms.
"Cleaning it off won't do. Maybe washing it off? There is a bathroom around the corner, close to the elevator. We could try there," Jeraldine suggested while dragging me along with her. She opened the restroom door, pulling me in and shutting it close.
She turned on the tap, and I lowered my palms underneath the dripping water, washing off the stains furiously.
"It is still not going," my voice croaked in terror as I kept on washing it under the sink. Though little stains faded off, the bunch of it still remained on my palms.
After some minutes, I turned off the tap, resting my back on the wall, scrutinizing the stains cautiously.
