Ah yes, phantom sensations, the sci-fi sequel no one asked for. My invisible toes are tickled by the icy digital winds, ranting uncontrollably about that forgotten sock.
The other day, they complained about:
The hallucinations echo through the cerebro-spatial void, exchanging pleasantries with that disembodied toenail.
Ever pondered what a finger less invisibly does on a lazy Sunday? Contemplates its lack of reach, fingers crossed...
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