Whoa, seriously, I’m scratching my head furrowed brow, a scowling and near drooling snarl abates the narrative and I don’t know what the f*** went through my mind. But I don’t know maybe there’s a reason, maybe there’s a telling of the disturbing value added…maybe.
But this is what was left after the 16th.
If I get enough confidence I’ll take pictures of the structure and gluing might as well but I got to do some more research for the project that I’m working on for school so…
C’est la vie
Good night and good morning, a sweet good morning and good night.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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