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Daydreams I’ve Had About a Giant Hand and One About a Man With an Elongated Arm.
I’m lying flat on my back while an opened giant hand slowly irons the air out of me.
A floating giant hand forcefully squeezes my torso while holding me a distance off the ground.
A man with an elongated arm holds me by the throat over a cliff and I feel weak and small but incredibly empowered because I know I’ll be perfectly all right while this man with his one freakish arm is perversely doomed.
I’m lying flat on my back as a giant hand reaches through my skin to my rib cage and pulls out my entire skeleton.
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