tessa has two scotch tape dispensers in front of her on her desk. in a moment when there is nothing to do with her mostly busy hands, shes automatically redirecting them towards one of the dispensers, clipping a piece and fashioning it with her fingers into a wad, ball, or flag for her pen. this is the best at the end of the day when wad, ball, and flag remnants remain scattered about, amounting to the number of times tessa ends a sentence directed at me with an emphasized 'man.' and so, as it is, we go working.
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