Phil's head was pounding after the most recent clockwise. At least they predrilled this time he thought. But just when he was beginning to settle himself into his new home, the measuring tape whacked him in the head. Oh no. They measured wrong the first time.
Sorrow filled Phil as he listened to the pencil scratching on the wall, then the subsequent drilling only a centimeter above his current residence. Then came his dreaded fear. A hard thud on his head, then anticlockwise he went, until he was thoroughly unseated from his spot in the wall.
Clockwise he went a moment later, his new view indiscernible from the one prior, yet evidently meaningful. Please be it he hoped to himself.
Sorrow filled Phil as he listened to the pencil scratching on the wall, then the subsequent drilling only a centimeter above his current residence. Then came his dreaded fear. A hard thud on his head, then anticlockwise he went, until he was thoroughly unseated from his spot in the wall.
Clockwise he went a moment later, his new view indiscernible from the one prior, yet evidently meaningful. Please be it he hoped to himself.
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