bit the nail

“No, thank you,” Ellen replied, blushing. She watched Ted leave the theatre box and sighed. He was always so thoughtful. Not like Nick. Nick was such a brute. On the other hand, Ted didn’t excite her like Nick. Ellen bit the nail on her left pinky. The newsreel ended and a trailer began. A gun went off and a body hit the floor with a thud.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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