Atilla held his glittery ball uncertainly, wavering between throwing it himself, giving it to Dada to fix, or to Mummy to look after.
He whirled in one place, twisting his body around 360 degrees. He kept upright throughout.
"Hey Atilla, great spinning!" Mummy calls out proudly.
Oh? I got praised! What's spinning? Is it the thing I just did? Big grin. I'll do it again!
*spin*
"Wow, that's amazing!"
Giggle giggle! Woah, I'm getting dizzy.
*spin* *spin* *spin*
*collapse*
giggle giggle giggle
The Folly Of Impermanence.
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*“You talking about me?”** The neoliberal denigration of the past was
nowhere more unrelenting than in its depiction of the public service. The
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