I'm not the only one doing that
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Raising her hand and bending her fingers, Briony, as had happened before, marveled that this object, this grasping mechanism, this muscular spider at the end of her arm belonged to her and obeyed her commands completely. Or did it have some life of its own after all? She straightened and bent her fingers again. The magic lay in the moment preceding the movement, when a mental impulse turned into action. It was like a wave rolling in. "If only I could stay on the crest," she thought, "I might unravel the secret of my very self, the part of herself that ...