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for details. I'm

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relating this via a voice to text

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program because as

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you'll soon find out, I

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can't use my hands. I'm

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not a bad guy. I take care of my hands.

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I glove them when it's cold. I don't stick them

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in a fire or on a stone. Sure, I

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bite my nails, but who fucking doesn't? Has

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about a single hand uprising in the

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history of mankind. So I think it's safe to

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say that they don't mind nail biting. Probably

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getting a rough haircut for them, the worst.

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Anyway, I keep them lotion or probably

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more than you do. You know, if you catch my drift.

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The point is my hands. My

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hands aren't being put through the shit on a daily basis.

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I wouldn't say that I treat them with respect. I

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mean, their fucking hands. But

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I'm not testing the limits of their integrity

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by any means. So. I

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honestly, truly do not know why they've

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chosen to not only betray me, but

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selfishly assuming autonomy. But

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actively seek out my downfall during

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the brief periods of this self

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actualization. It

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all started when I was lying in bed, listening to ASMR late at

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night after having woken

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up from sleep. It had

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been a fairly unrestful sleep. And despite

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the 20 milligrams of melatonin I'd taken the night

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before, and I

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was still super tired. I figured I'd chill out in the

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dark for a while since I didn't need to be anywhere

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in the morning. I

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was going fine. I was listening to some fast

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tapping triggers with rainfall, sounds

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in the background,

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and my hands suddenly just barked

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up in a sense

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that I felt them flex out and

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up without my prompting. And first

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I figured there was some kind of relaxation to the ASMR,

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you know, some kind of reaction that the

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tingles had evoked and there was some kind of new

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sensory reaction, but then

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the hands clenched. Not all

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the way into fists, but into rigid claw forms. The

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result effect was admittedly menacing and

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I immediately tried to reassume control,

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but I couldn't move them, couldn't

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influence their actions whatsoever. I

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shook my head from side to side until I dislodged

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my earbuds, needing complete focus on

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the situation at hand.

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By this point my hands had started doing really

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weird shit. The fingers

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furled and unfurled sporadically, the hands

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flexing and unflexing and bobbing forward

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and backwards on my wrist. It

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was bizarre, uncanny, and made me a little sick. Not

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merely the sight of them moving on their

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own volition, but doing so in such a

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weirdly articulate way. I also

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got the sense, and I don't know

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how else to best relate this, that they

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were communicating with each other. Each

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hand was displaying its own manual mannerisms,

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its own personality. The left hand seemed to

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be the more rational one, if rational could

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even be applied to such a situation, whereas

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the right hand, with its wild, darting,

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unpredictable movements, seemed to be the more

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impulsive and chaotic inclined ones. The

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situation became truly frightening when, for just a

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moment, they ceased their movements

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and turned towards me as if they'd

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reached a consensus on some grave matter

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in which I was the

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central topic. Then,

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without further acknowledgment from me, they

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resumed their discourse, leaving me

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terrified, wondering what the hell was going

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on. Since

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previous attempts to exert control over them had

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been futile, I instead stood up.

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I don't deny that I felt a great relief at

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still having control over my legs. Apparently,

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the bizarre autonomy was limited to my

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hands. As calmly as I could

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manage, I walked from my bedroom to the hall,

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and for a moment I thought

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that I had failed to remove my earbuds

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due to the still remaining sound of rainfall.

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But a flash of lightning through a window downstairs

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showed me that the weather had developed to

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match the artificial atmosphere I had created for

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myself. Also to

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eerily fit the nightmare circumstances. With

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only the intermittent lighting flashes to eliminate my

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progress, I made my way down the hall

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to the stairs and descended them with faint

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casualness. All the while my

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hands flexed and clenched and splayed themselves,

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engaging in some frenzied debate reaching the

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landing, and I briefly considered opening my

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front door with my feet. I

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had grown quite good at that when necessary whilst

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carrying food, but decided against

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it. The weather was only worsening, and

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who knows what action my hands would

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have taken if they suspected my plans to

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subdue them somehow. Crossing my

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living room, where shadows danced and cavorted,

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with similar uncanniness to the movements of my

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hands, I reached the kitchen. The

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window above the sink showed a temp

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to a storm outside, lightning strikes happening

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with unnerving frequency and alarmingly close proximity

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to the house. Setting aside

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this new fear of having my house obliterated by

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a bolt of lightning, I returned my

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focus to the more immediate threat. My

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goal? The

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freezer. I

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always kept my freezer as cold as possible,

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especially during summer, because I like to stick my

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face in it when I come home and from

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the outside for a quick cool-off. Seeing

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as how I couldn't call anyone, I'm not that

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articulate with my feet, I figured

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my next best option was to freeze my hands

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and hope that they'd be subsequently chilled enough for

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me to do something more permanent. I

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did not gain control of the situation entirely. After

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three attempts to grip it with my toes, I'm not that articulate with

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my feet. I finally grasped the fridge door and flung it open. And

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a sudden burst of cold air made my hands stop

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their activity and turned to me, and a

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mutual moment of recognition sprang to action.

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Before I could plunge them into the mountains of frozen

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vegetables and meat, they seized me by the throat

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and squeezed. For a moment I

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was dumb, helpless, my mind absolutely frozen by the

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horror of it all, but something of my composure

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came back to me as I realized that while

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I could not control the hands themselves, I

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could still control my arms, the muscles therein,

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obviously much stronger than those of my hands

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and wrists. With little effort I pulled

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the hands away, but the devilish

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claws had sunk my thankfully short nails

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into my neck, leaving savage,

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though non-fatal, tears in the skin.

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Before they could muster up another attack in my throat

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or scratch my eyes out, I pressed them into the

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frozen depths of the freezer and held

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them there, while they flicked and spasmed

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with unrestrained vemons. And these

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fifteen minutes must have passed before I felt them

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grow still. By that

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point I had lost pretty much all the feeling in them and

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could only tell them that they had ceased

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their movements by the lack of vibrations in my arms.

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Carefully I withdrew the hands and felt both triumph

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and dread at seeing them blued

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and frosted. I

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didn't want to lose the hands, but in the moment I was

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happy to see them lifeless and rigid. Since

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I still have no control over them, I was forced to grab

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an ice pack. I always kept ready with my

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teeth and carried it back upstairs in my

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mouth. I was just placed it over

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my hands, and for the moment

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ignoring the mounting dread of not having any feeling

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whatsoever in the appendages. I mean, if

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I lose them, so be it. This

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is all I really have to say so far. I

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don't know why I've been the subject of this madness, but

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I hope it's over. If

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not, then I

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don't know. If they awake,

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then I'll have to subdue them with the freezer

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again. I don't know how many more times I

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can do that without causing serious irreversible damage. If

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there is anyone else, then I'll have to do it. out there who has dealt

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with such a thing before, please contact me. I

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could really use a helping

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hand. Update. I'm

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okay now. My

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hands thought out just fine.

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My control has been returned to me. No

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need to worry or reach out. We've

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taken care of the problem. I

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want to remind you guys that I also do

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can actually just get the app, you can start watching, you

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can start watching on your PC. It's

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evolved so much since the last time

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I have updated you guys on this,

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and sincerely, it's a great place if

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strongly suggest you check out the Chilling app.

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And finally, I want to give a huge

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thank you to everybody who supports me on

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Patreon. So I want

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to give a very special thank you to... ...and

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Corned Kension. I really appreciate your support, and

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I cannot thank you enough. I wish

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you all the best. Sweet dream. Okay,

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round two. Name something that's

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