Pulses of memory throb like an overly ambitious marching band
in the middle of a tea party.
Chair legs clatter in harmony with a rhythmic drone.
"Do I even math correctly?" they ponder ethereally,
noting the teacup quivering beneath its handle.
To the right, a squirrel aims its acorn weapon at an imaginary foe.
Suddenly, an irreverent moment explodes, a statement propelled into the air like a carnival balloon. "The circumference of this adventure is a perfect circle!"
With an exaggerated blow, the emotional steady-state shifts. Somewhere deep in thought: calculus of a cat's whisper, a jammed trigonometric pen slips silently into oblivion.
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