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Articles of Confession

Tonight, I met a friend of friend. We shared stories, beers, and laughed at each other for the dumb things we did in college. When we parted ways, I shook his hand. Somehow, my pinky finger got mixed in between his pinky and ring fingers. We each said our “good to meet you’s” and headed to our respective homes. Though neither of us made mention of it or allowed facial expressions to reveal otherwise, the handshake was none-the-less awkward.

When handshakes go wrong…