Finger Prints
2025.01.20 02:44 crispyfeta Finger Prints
 | I recently met Matthew Knies and got his auto on his yg. I am wondering about what you guys think, should I gently remove his finger prints off the card with the thought of grading in mind, or leave it and still grade, or not even grade at all. Thoughts? submitted by crispyfeta to tradingcardcommunity [link] [comments] |
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2025.01.20 02:44 Holiday_Caregiver899 THE ITCH
Returning from the Amazon was one of the most exhausting and exhilarating experiences of my life. That trip to South America had been the perfect escape from my suffocating routine as a rising attorney in the United States. After years of hard work, Iād secured a solid position at Marston & Associates, and with a recent promotion offer, life finally seemed to be heading in the right direction.
But since I returned, something hasnāt felt right.
It began with a faint itch on my left arm, just below the elbow. At first, I thought it was just a mosquito biteāinevitable after weeks in the Amazon rainforest. I didnāt pay much attention to it. I applied some ointment, took an antihistamine, and carried on.
But the itch wouldnāt go away.
Two days later, it worsened. The small red spot on my arm started swelling, throbbing as if something alive was inside. Every touch felt like fire burning beneath my skin. At the office, the situation became unbearable. I shifted constantly in my chair, unable to focus on anything but the desperate need to scratch. I clawed at my arm under the desk, trying to hide it, but it was no use. The fabric of my blouse rubbed against the irritated skin, amplifying the agony.
āā Elizabeth, are you okay?ā Clara, a coworker, asked. āā Just an allergy, nothing serious,ā I lied, forcing a smile.
She raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but didnāt press further. I knew I was drawing attention. My boss, Mr. Marston, frequently walked past my desk, watching me out of the corner of his eye. I couldnāt let this jeopardize my promotion.
But the pain was becoming unbearable. When the workday finally ended, I rushed home. I closed the door to my apartment, dropped my bag, and went straight to the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror and rolled up my sleeve.
My heart froze.
Where there had been a small red mark, there was now a dark swelling with a black, hardened center, like tree bark. The skin around it was cracked, oozing a yellowish liquid with a nauseating smell. It was as if my skin was rotting before my eyes.
I grabbed the strongest ointment I had, but as soon as I touched the wound, the pain exploded. I screamed, tears streaming down my face.
The next morning, I went straight to the hospital. I wasnāt the kind of person to wait until the last minute to seek help. My mother used to say: āā Elizabeth, youāre so paranoid youāll die of old age because nothing will ever catch you off guard.ā
At the hospital, the doctor examined the wound with a mix of curiosity and discomfort. He called in another doctor, who then called in two more. They all stared at my arm like it was a nightmare brought to life.
āā Itās a tropical disease,ā the doctor said after several long minutes. āā Weāll run some tests.ā
They sent me home with antibiotics and painkillers, but I knew that wasnāt enough. Something was growing inside me.
That night, I woke up to excruciating pain.
It felt like something was moving under my skinācrawling and digging. I ran to the bathroom mirror and tore off the bandages.
The wound was now a deep hole, filled with a gelatinous, yellow substance. In the center, something moved.
My hands trembled as I grabbed tweezers and inserted them into the hole. When I pulled, something came out.
It was a worm. Small, white, but alive. It writhed between the tweezers, and I threw it into the sink, nearly vomiting.
But when I looked back at the wound, I saw there were more. So many more.
The days that followed were hell.
I woke up drenched in sweat, my head pounding as if it would explode. The pain in my arm was no longer something I could ignoreāit consumed my entire body.
The wound grew at an alarming rate. Initially, it was just a foul, black, gaping hole. Now, it spread like a cancer, devouring the surrounding flesh, which peeled away in chunks. My clothes clung to my arm, soaked with the viscous liquid that oozed constantly.
I spent hours in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting the pit my arm had become. It was as if something inside was alive. Small ripples in the decaying flesh, like waves on a contaminated lake, revealed their presence.
By the third day, after pulling out the third worm with tweezers, I realized I was trapped in an endless cycle.
I removed them, but more appeared. Always more.
I couldnāt sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, I felt the creatures moving inside me, digging deeper into my flesh.
I became obsessed. I spent sleepless nights on the bathroom floor, extracting worms with tweezers, needlesāanything that could reach them. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldnāt stop. For every one I removed, two seemed to take its place.
And the sound.
At first, I thought it was in my head, but it wasnāt. It was a low, wet rustling, coming from my arm. The sound of something scraping against flesh, chewing, burrowing.
By the fifth day, the nightmare reached a new level.
My left hand went numb. I tried to move my fingers, but they wouldnāt respond. When I looked at my arm, the swelling had spread. The skin around it was translucent, almost see-through, revealing long, white shapes writhing beneathārivers of larvae flowing through my body.
I vomited on the bathroom floor. The stench of bile mixed with the rotting smell of my arm, making the air unbreathable.
I knew they were growing.
And I knew they wouldnāt stop.
It felt like a legion of burning needles was piercing my skin, deeper and deeper each time. The wound was growing alarmingly. At first, it was just a black, fetid hole in the center of the swelling. Now, it spread like cancer, advancing through the surrounding flesh, which was rotting and falling apart in pieces. My clothes started to stick to my arm, soaked with the viscous liquid that kept dripping constantly. The smell was nauseating, a mix of rotten meat and something chemical, acidic, that seemed to burn my nostrils. I spent hours in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting that hole that had become my arm. It was as if something inside it was moving. Small ripples in the rotting flesh, like waves on an infected lake, showed that they were there. On the third day, after pulling out the third worm with tweezers, I realized I was caught in an endless cycle. I would remove them, but more would appear. Always more. I cried out of frustration and disgust. "Get out of me! Get out!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate. But the worms didnāt obey. Each night was worse than the last. I couldnāt sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel the creatures moving inside me. The mere thought that they were digging through my flesh kept me awake. I became obsessed. I spent the nights sitting on the bathroom floor, pulling out worms with tweezers, a needle, anything I could reach. My body was exhausted, but my mind never stopped. Every time I pulled one out, it seemed like two more appeared. I began to hear sounds. At first, I thought it was just in my head, but it wasnāt. It was a low rustling noise, like something wet brushing against flesh, gnawing, burrowing. I knew they were growing. On the fifth day, hell reached a new level. My left hand began to tingle. Then, it went numb. I tried to move my fingers, but they wouldnāt respond. When I looked at I start
My skin was greenish and damp, gleaming with a sickly, oily sheen. I called an Uber to take me to the hospital. When the driver stopped in front of the building, I hesitated for a moment. I tried to cover my arm with a cloth to hide the deplorable state it was in, but the fabric quickly became soaked with the yellowish liquid that leaked incessantly. I got in the car, hoping he wouldnāt notice. āGood morningā¦ā I tried to say, but my voice came out hoarse, almost inaudible. The driver, a middle-aged man with a friendly expression, smiled through the rearview mirror, but his expression changed as soon as the smell reached him. āAre you okay?ā he asked, wrinkling his nose and cracking the window a bit. āItās justā¦ an infection. Iām going to the hospital.ā He nodded but kept the windows open throughout the entire ride. I saw him rub his nose several times, and his glance in the rearview mirror was filled with distrust. The smell was getting worse. It was the smell of death. When I finally arrived at the hospital, I staggered through the front door. The people in the waiting room instinctively moved away, some covering their mouths, others wrinkling their faces in disgust. I was taken directly to the emergency room. The doctor who attended to me was the same as before, but his serious expression indicated that he knew the situation had gotten out of control. He could barely hide his own reaction to the smell. āElizabethā¦ what happened?ā he asked, while putting on gloves and a mask. āIā¦ I donāt know. Itās getting worse. Itāsā¦ growing.ā He looked at my arm, now practically unrecognizable. The wound had turned into a grotesque opening, filled with necrotic flesh and viscous secretions. The center pulsed as if it had a life of its own, and the edges were covered in small worms crawling in and out, as if they were digging tunnels. It was as if they were digging tunnels. āWe need to act immediately. This is no longer just an ordinary infection,ā he said, calling for other doctors. I was rushed into the operating room. The nursesā faces were a mix of professionalism and horror, as if they were trying not to think about what they were seeing. The room was cold, and the bright lights reflected off the metal surgical instruments. āWeāll need to amputate the arm, Elizabeth,ā the doctor said, holding my healthy hand to try to comfort me. āThereās no other option. Itās spreading too quickly.ā I simply nodded. I no longer had the strength to protest. All I wanted was for it to stop. They sedated me partially, but I remained conscious enough to feel the first incision. When the scalpel cut into the flesh around the wound, a collective scream echoed through the room. Larvae were raining down. From the cut, a torrent of white worms exploded like a geyser. They were larger than the ones I had seen before, thicker, almost translucent, with quick and frantic movements. The nurses recoiled, some screaming, others dropping instruments on the floor. āMy Godā¦ā murmured the doctor, while trying to stay calm. The worms fell to the floor and began to spread throughout the room, crawling in all directions. The stench emanating from them was even stronger, a wet, rotting smell that seemed to fill every corner of the space. The doctor continued cutting, desperate to sever my arm from the rest of my body. But the worms didnāt stop. They appeared from every side, burrowing into my flesh as if they were living roots, connected to my own body. The pain was unbearable, even with the sedatives. I could feel every movement, every bite, every slide of their viscous forms. āWe need to finish this now!ā the doctor shouted, wielding a surgical saw to cut through the bone. But as he began to saw, more worms came out, this time faster, as if trying to escape. One climbed up his glove, crawling to his wrist. āGet this off me!ā he shouted, as another nurse tried to help him. The operating room was in chaos. The floor was covered in blood, pus, and worms. Surgical instruments were scattered around, and the nurses didnāt know where to run. I could feel that this wasnāt going to end there. The arm wasnāt the only place they were. They had already spread throughout my entire body. āDoctorā¦ā I whispered, my voice almost inaudible. āItās no use. Theyāre everywhere.ā He looked at me, his face pale and filled with horror. For a moment, I thought he was going to pass out. āElizabethā¦ Iām so sorry.ā And then, my vision darkened. I looked at my hands, but they were no longer mine. My skin was full of holes, and worms were coming in and out as if I were just a vessel.
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2025.01.20 02:44 Ill-Application1424 Iāll take it
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2025.01.20 02:44 Signal-Affect-821 Armenian Language Tutor or Classes in LA?
Anyone know any good Armenian tutors? Iām looking for recommendations for individual tutors or classes that teach adult Western Armenian classes I have an intro level understanding but Iād like to work toward fluency. Virtual or in person could work, depending on the location. Thank you :)
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2025.01.20 02:44 YumxYummy Kpop Idol Sullyoon
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2025.01.20 02:44 Extra-Second-2689 Nude female model Asian. What do you want to know?
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2025.01.20 02:44 Reasonable_Bat_3583 Hi
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2025.01.20 02:44 Dry_Solution_2059 Admission Exam for JD Program
Has anyone taken the admission exam for the JD program? I am a little nervous about the exam because I heard you need to get a 26/40 to be considered for the program. Any tips on studying for it?
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2025.01.20 02:44 CommissionForeign214 My oc Carmen meeting yours (heās not flipping you off aka using his middle finger)
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2025.01.20 02:44 Avaltor05 Seeking good suggestions for ADHD Deaf's Home
A couple of weeks ago, I was so focused on putting my earring studs back on after cleaning them that I completely forgot about the sink, which I had set up to slowly fill with water for the dishes. As a result, I flooded my studio, and the water spilled out into the hallway and the entrance of my neighbor's studio.
I was really mortified that this happened in my new place, especially since itās not the first time Iāve forgotten about running water.
So my question is: are there any budget-friendly items I can use to make the sink more visible and remind me that Iāve left the water running? I recall seeing on TikTok months ago, that a dad and his deaf daughter had lights that would alert them when the water was running.
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2025.01.20 02:44 Automatic-Second1346 Media Coverage of LA Fires vs NC Hurricane
I feel for the people impacted by the LA fires. Something that jumps to mind is why was the media coverage for the NC hurricane disaster so short lived and limited compared to the LA fires. Is it the Hollywood and media factor; is it left leaning media? Four times the number of people lost their lives and not sure but it seems so many more people in NC seemed to be in dire financial need. If I were a victim of the NC hurricanes, Iād find it more than depressing looking at these stark differences in the level of coverage. Again, I feel for all victims who are in dire economic circumstances.
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2025.01.20 02:44 mini_muffinn Score!
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2025.01.20 02:44 Kahmakazi DA Weekend Day 3 continued
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2025.01.20 02:44 caurseia87 Finding the fountain of youth
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2025.01.20 02:44 jwillgrant Intimate Wedding Ceremony Venues in Akl Central?
Does anybody know of any "hidden gem" type locations for an intimate wedding ceremony in Central Auckland? Only 30ish people. We already have a location for the Reception in the city, but its not great for the ceremony itself. Ideally not a church, ideally somewhere with a bad weather contingency.
Most places understandably offer the full ceremony + reception package as that's how they make their money, but with the (future) wifey set on the reception location already we just need to nail down the ceremony.
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2025.01.20 02:44 BusyBase260 Entry Level Electrical Engineer Salary in MEP
I have a interview with a company soon and i want to know what type of salary is reasonable for a entry level electrical engineer in MEP just in case they ask during the interview. I was thinking 60k/yr since i have no experience or internship, I do have a EIT in EE so idk if that means much. Thanks in advance!
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2025.01.20 02:44 Revokedwolf Lockdown Month 2 Report: āWrapsheet Reward Carsā
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2025.01.20 02:44 PropBet Bills vs Commanders Super Bowl 59 Score Prediction & Prop Bet Picks
 | Buffalo Bills vs Washington Commanders SB59 Score Prediction Prediction made January 19th for futures betting Score Prediction for Bills vs Commanders Super Bowl 59:
Super Bowl 59 Sports Betting Promo Codes :1. Jayden Daniels Passing Yards - Over 225.5 (+105):
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2025.01.20 02:44 Pale-Morning1277 Whatās a good B4 adapter for the 4k?
Hey all, Iām looking for a good adapter with corrective glass since my Fujinon doesnāt have a built in doubler. Right now Iām looking at the Rare Adapters one on eBay but I am open to alternative recommendations!
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2025.01.20 02:44 Meowmeow-210 Help, lampshade hole too big?
 | Please donāt judge, this is my first time having a house (24,F) and I am learning about lamps. I thrifted a base and a cute shade but the ring inside the lamp is huge and obviously doesnāt fasten tight with the metal piece where itās meant to. Can I DIY a fix? Am I being naive and missing something obvious? I want this to work! Thank you š¤ submitted by Meowmeow-210 to HomeDecorating [link] [comments] |
2025.01.20 02:44 Ri1__ What nationality are you guys?
Iām Bahamian lol. š§šø
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2025.01.20 02:44 RedditCommentWizard Raining Tacos - Parry Gripp & BooneBum
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2025.01.20 02:44 NeighborhoodWhole596 AITA for Inviting My Ex-Friend to Galentineās Instead of My Current Friend?
For context: I stayed home to attend community college, while most of my friends went to four-year universities. It was a tough choice, and Iāve been feeling really lonely without my usual group of friends or regular human interaction. The isolation has been taking a toll on my mental health.
One of my friends, K, and I cut ties with another friend, M, over the summer. M had planned a senior trip behind our backs, lied to K about it being a family trip, and often made K uncomfortable by flirting with her. M also invited a girl to a party who had previously sent nudes to Kās boyfriend. Because of all this, K decided M was untrustworthy, and I supported her decision to cut ties.
Fast forward to now: K is back with her on-and-off boyfriend, T. I had planned a Galentineās Day celebration at my place on February 14th, but K told me she couldnāt come because T made reservations for them that same dayāeven though we had made plans first.
This isnāt the first time Iāve felt let down by K. Iāve often gone out of my way to accommodate her schedule, driving her around without her offering gas money, and always being the one to adjust my plans. While I care about K, our friendship feels one-sided. Iām always listening to her, but she rarely asks about me or makes me feel heard.
Meanwhile, Iāve started to miss my friendship with M. We were friends before K and I became close, and now that M and I are at the same community college, I see an opportunity to reconnect. Iāve been hesitant because I know K wouldnāt approve, but Iām tired of feeling isolated and lonely. I just want one special night to celebrate with people.
So, Iām thinking of inviting M to Galentineās since K wonāt be coming. I know this might upset K, but Iām also trying to prioritize my mental health and stop isolating myself.
AITA for inviting M, even though K might see it as a betrayal?
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2025.01.20 02:44 Thin-Cheesecake-1619 BUYING MAX LIQUIDITY POOL
I cam across this meme coin which was launched with 100 billion tokens and 0.1 solana in liquidity pool. In the trading history, i noticed that the whale invested 100k usd or 400 solana to buy token. Theoretically this whale should get entire 100 billion tokens in exchange, but that didnt happen. Instead the whale got 99.9 billion tokens for 0.1 solana, and in liquidity pool, there were 0.1 billion tokens left back and 399.9 solana.
I wonder why is that?
If you try to swap the same way on raydium, it says that in exchange for 400 solana, you will get 1 trillion tokens. that is obviously more than liquidity pool supply, which im guessing, would have failed transaction. So im wondering how did this whale get 99.9 tokens for 0.1 solana only. why was 0.1 billion tokens left back in pool
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