Sometimes it feels like the air has a mind of its own and its circling around sticking tiny invisible needles into my leg but then I remember that I've been sitting here too long looking at narwhals and listening to Bon Iver. So I move my leg around in hopes that everything will be okay and I'm sure it will be but maybe the air sticks needles in your leg to remind you that you're lazy and the whole process hurts but the air only has your best interest in mind.
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