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Mayra Hawke always keeps a single copper coin in her pocket instead of her purse. Somewhere easy to grab and just as easy to tuck it away again. Most people don’t notice when it slips between her fingers, don’t notice how her fingers rub at the raised surface while they talk.
Some people do notice, raising an eyebrow, asking if she’s paying attention. Her answering grin isn’t nice, it’s sharp, nearly as biting as her glare. The coin becomes more obvious after that, a glittering flash as it dances between her fingers.
Mayra may not be able to control when her fingers get the itch to play with something, but she’s had years to practice not being embarrassed by it.