Week 3

Week 3. I can smell the other slackers, now. My tentacles have finally extended beyond my corner, and into the flesh of the beast. I’m starting to sense who is pulling on the rope, who is just leaning back. Around them forms a gravity well, where motion is spun sideways and stretched out into thin fragile filaments.  They do not know I know the secret handshake.

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