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I remember my Grandma painting my nails with clear polish like she did her own. I looked at my plain, white, 9 year old hand and actually wished it had the beauty of my Grandma's. I didn't know they were called "age spots" then. I just thought they looked pretty! My own age spots don't appeal to me as much. I loved your thoughts!

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