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— % & The ceiling fan above me sing

— % & The ceiling fan above me sings a song. A bad one. But it turns out, I cannot make it to come to a halt. Nor do I wish to. The night outside sings a song too. A good one. But it turns out, I am here, surrounded by four walls. And I don't want to. The tip of my pencil, sharpened, points at me like the old lady in the market yesterday who had been robbed. Of bananas by a monkey. She hadn't pointed at me, I thought, but at the animal speeding off behind me. A couple hands crushed my shoulders as th
— % & The ceiling fan above me sings a song. A bad one. But it turns out, I cannot make it to come to a halt. Nor do I wish to. The night outside sings a song too. A good one. But it turns out, I am here, surrounded by four walls. And I don't want to. The tip of my pencil, sharpened, points at me like the old lady in the market yesterday who had been robbed. Of bananas by a monkey. She hadn't pointed at me, I thought, but at the animal speeding off behind me. A couple hands crushed my shoulders as th
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