(I was sitting at the table one late afternoon when I spied what looked like a wisp of smoke rising in the living room. Upon inspection I found that the low summer sun was beaming through the lenses of a magnifying headband on a nearby table and cutting two deep grooves in this chair. By a freak convergence of coïncidences, on this particular day it had dropped into the precise position necessary to pass through the precisely-positioned headband and burn the chair, which was itself precisely-positioned at exactly the distance required to receive a pinpoint of white-hot radiation.
As you can see, there are actually two pairs of scratches; this had also happened before. [Likely the previous day.])
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As you can see, there are actually two pairs of scratches; this had also happened before. [Likely the previous day.])
Appearing also on My Corner of the World.
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