In fourth grade, I forgot where I was once, then reared to the side and letter rip. The screws on my desk seat were loose and it had a beautiful musical quality to it. I smiled satisfied, then noticed I wasn't alone. There was no explanation and the teacher didn't ask for one. How life continued after that, no one will ever know.
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u/michaelmcguire287 1d ago
In fourth grade, I forgot where I was once, then reared to the side and letter rip. The screws on my desk seat were loose and it had a beautiful musical quality to it. I smiled satisfied, then noticed I wasn't alone. There was no explanation and the teacher didn't ask for one. How life continued after that, no one will ever know.