Besides, it’s Super Naftoli. If I’m going to be nice to anyone, it should be to him
I feel like whenever I’m feeling happy, math comes along and rains on my parade.
Really. Enough is enough. I frown at the ridiculously convoluted problem on the page, then roll over, letting my math book slide to the floor with a thump.
From my new position, I spy my sewing machine, just chilling out, all cool, on the desk. I really shouldn’t, I need to study….
An hour later I stand and stretch, smiling admiringly at the new chambray skirt I’ve just finished. It’s nothing like Atara’s, of course, just, you know, inspired by hers.
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