Sometimes - when I look at them - my hands seem fat, thick, and alien. Not like the child's hands that are in my head - those are thin, ineffectual. The hands I see are capable and proud. These are not my hands! They're at the end of my arms, sure, but I'm not sure how they got there. Where the hell did they come from
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I notice hands... and noses.
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