Who Woulda Thought? [SC]

“See ya later!”

Door slams.

Good. Everyone’s gone.

I slink up to my room.

Door locks, shades go down.

I nod in satisfaction.

I pull out the lumpy spheres, feeling one against my cheek.

So soft…

I reach under my bed for the needles.

_Let’s see… do I need 7s, or 9s? Well, that would depend if

I want it dense or looser… Split the difference, say 8s_

The clacking of wood on wood calms me down, as the

looped cloth grows from the wood.

I laughed to myself as I turned on the local public radio

Who woulda thought?

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