Ping-Pong Earth

You should really see me: sitting cross-legged in a falling-apart arm chair, drawing on a ping-pong ball, holding it up now and then to squint, rub my free fingers past one another, and mutter no! thrust fault!

I love waiting until the night before the extended weekend is over to do homework. Happy Washington’s Birthday, everyone.


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