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She pushes her hair back to reveal the empty sleeve of her white top and smiles at the camera. She rolls it up to showcase the stump of her left arm and runs a hand over it. Squeezing some lotion in her hand, she slathers her short arm in it, pushing her abbreviated flesh between her fingers, massaging the featureless skin. # She grabs a fork between forearm stumps, her longer left, the right crooked, handily flicking a piece of chicken in her mouth, smiling wide. # In front of her mirror, she uses her stumps to blend her makeup, running it in circles against her cheeks. Satisfied, she sets her elbows on the table before her and her lips start moving. I care not for them. She ever so slightly adjusts the angles of her stumps as she speaks. # Setting her crutches against the wall, she drops her skirt to the floor, leaning against the desk to hop out of it. Staring down at the bottom view camera, she turns sideways to showcase her bum, ever adjusting her balance on her single leg.