Turniej Pokemon

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er ears and her vision was faintly distorted—her hands in her lap
appeared unusually large and at the same time remoteas though viewed across an
immense distance. She raised one hand and flexed its fingers and wonderedas she
had sometimes beforehow this thingthis machine for grippingthis fleshy spider
on the end of her armcame to be hersentirely at her command. Or did it have
some little life of its own? She bent her finger and straightened it. The mystery was
in the instant before it movedthe dividing moment between not moving and
movingwhen her intention took effect. It was like a wave breaking. If she could
only find herself at the crestshe thoughtshe might find the secret of herselfthat
part of her that was really in charge. She brought her forefinger closer to her face
and stared at iturging it to move. It remained still because she was pretendingshe
was not entirely seriousand because willing it to moveor being about to move it
was not the same as actually moving it. And when she did crook it finallythe action
seemed to start in the finger itselfnot in some part of her mind. When did it know
to movewhen did she know to move it? There was no catching herself out. It was
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