Sewed and sewed until my back ached, until my neck seemed permanently arched, until I was developing nerve shocks in my fingertips from grasping that same thin shard of metal again and again. At first I thought of nothing, let the uncomplicated nature of the activity draw me through, pull tight and around and through again. Again. Again. By the time I got to the second sleeve, my mind had loosened up considerably and I was dwelling on injustices that I perceived as being dealt against me.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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