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Mine is floating, one says. Mine is sinking, the other. I don't know what mine is doing, I say. Making paper boats float in the puddle is hard work we say together, as we go home to eat.
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
Paper Boats
Mine is floating, one says. Mine is sinking, the other. I don't know what mine is doing, I say. Making paper boats float in the puddle is hard work we say together, as we go home to eat.
Shreshta
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
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