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"i want to cut off your arm." and i yanked my arm away, bleeding but not in pain, and ran away. and i watch current father as his chainsaw lops off branch after branch. as his blade curves around the trunk of the tree like that principal. brothers pull on a rope tied higher up on the trunk and pull until the whole thing comes down in a burst of pinecones. and i carry the severed arms to the trailer hooked up to the car and dump them in. a pile that reaches high as the sky. and i drive to the compost place....