Last night Madeline was next to me in the living room and she was asking me a question and petting the hair on my arm as she was talking — like pulling it up from my wrist and then patting it back down in the direction from which it grows and settles and nothing at all happened relating to the hair — I answered her question and we went on, but when I wo…
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