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What was I thinking? |
| I knocked on James's door tentatively. He was quick to answer. He gestured for me to enter. Inside laid out on every horizontal surface was a complex tricycle in about a million pieces. "I know I have every piece. Whatever language this is in uses the same numbers and the illustrations are pretty clear." I frowned looking at the large unfolded sheets of paper he waved around, "So the instructions aren't in English?" He shoved the paper on me, "Welcome to my nightmare. I think you're going to like it." prompt quote ▶︎ |