I don't remember. Maybe the body's dissatisfaction, if there is a such a word. Lacking in ideas I started walking, I didn't want to walk, when I noticed I stopped. I'm tired, I don't want to get loose with a warm-up, I don't want to move yet. I put myself in twisting positions
twisting positions
twisting positions
Stretch, shrink, I don't feel it, I don't care. When the teacher says "This must be useful to you." Oh yeah? What would be useful for me right now would be sitting down without pretending that I'm doing anything, so that's what I did, I mean, first I went over there, and then I sat down. I looked, I didn't see anyone, only people.
"Two minutes left". I looked at the static ones to check if they could be pressured to move. They were more resilient than I expected but they eventually moved. I also think so. This is wrong. This wasn't for writing. My feet are cold. Where am I?
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