On the fifth day I fall asleep reading poetry.

11-year-old doing sit-ups: These are tough for me. I can do five (he swings his arms and with tremendous gravitational pull, completes five “cheating” sit-ups). After five, I’m not so good. (He moans. He throws his feet in the air.) Almost six. I’m out.

QUARANTINE ISN’T SO BAD BY REBECCA EVANS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 77

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