If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one Christmas. There’s a little screw at the back and when we wound them up they chattered together so much they juddered along the table and fell off.
Johnny would find it funny, I think. My teeth all chattering like that.
I’ll show him when he gets back. If he gets back. He got on a train. Maybe the one that’s coming back now.
All my thoughts are winding. Chattering. Chattering.
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