"People walk around
looking for selves, far away."
"And do they come upon them?"
"Far away," said the arm once more.
What part of other people do we take with us? Memories, and our view of them. Experiences we've shared.
I'm not sure what to think of this story. The magicality of the arm is fascinating, but the nature of the relationship between the narrator and the girl made me uneasy, although it seemed innocent.
The conversation with the arm reminds me of something from Parasyte, where people's bodies, or in one case simply a limb, are taken over by an alien race.
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