As usual, Sam was reading a story - Fishing in Miagao - written by Florence Yul N. Saquian. The story narrates a small seaside town that taught the author so much about the world. (Alex thought in case you ponder, you can have a read here.)
Anyway, when Sam reads through this particular part "I would also hunt for beetles that fed on the buds at the apex of the trees and invent new monkey swings. But every time I did that, I would end up breaking an arm", instead of making him sentimental, he wondered,
"Seriously, how many arms do you have?"
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