This morning, Ma Schmidt stretched out her hand and looked at it in disbelief.
"It is. That's your hand."
"No. My hand was chopped off my arm."
"...?"
"Was it stuck back on?"
"Your arm is fine. You are safe. It was just a dream."
"Is that my hand?"
"Yes. You are safe. It was just a dream."
"It was … a terrible dream."
"It was just a dream. You are safe."
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