Written using the Freewrite writing prompt by
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He folded his chubby hands and stored them in the correct space in his Hands and Limbs wardrobe.
He spent a moment examining the hands and selected a pair of slender ones. Once unfolded they fitted neatly to the end of his wrists.
He squinted at them.
They were not a precise match, skin colour-wise, but they would do. No one would notice, certainly if he wore a long-sleeved shirt.
These hands had not been used before, so he could use them without fear of being linked to one of his previous crimes.
He smiled, closed the Hands and Limbs wardrobe and moved through to the dressing room. He selected a shirt and suit. He needed to dress to impress so as not to stand out in the Club. People there spent too much money on their appearance, and he needed to look as though he did too.
Dressed, he admired himself in the mirror. The face he selected earlier smiled back at him.
Perfect, he thought.
He used his MinDock to call a car and left the house.
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