I don't want to brag

By Marcos -

But I can pretty reliably touch anything I want to, when I want to. I just think about it, and it happens. My hands move at the mere thought of what I want to touch. And once I'm there - watch out I'm touching like crazy. Unless I can't reach. Then I get pretty Tee-Owed. Cause I usually end up on my tummy.

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