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Kris knew this day was going to be a weird one from the moment he could no longer see his own hands.
One minute they were there; the right one gripping a stubby pencil and defacing his maths exercise book; the left one rapping out a beat with its fingers to the song inside his head. The next minute he could not see them at all.
Panic lurched through his heart as the class went on doing long division all around him. What was this? Some kind of migraine? His mum had them sometimes and said half her vision went funny.
But he could still see the maths book very clearly. And everyone else in the room. It was just that... his hands were missing.
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