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And now, for something that isn't a story concept
 Those hands, I cannot forget those silly, delicate hands. Always spinning and dancing and cutting away, spinning and dancing and crushing away, twirling and whirling and warping away. I cannot fathom how to get away, every time I close my eyes they come back. Any peace of mind I gain is lost within their image. No escape, I can't escape, nothing can get me away from those dancing, enthusiastic, delicate mechanical hands and their diamond-encrusted fingers.

So far, no one who has said this out loud has said it in an 'I'm going insane' sort of way.


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