LG33: Term 6, Month 1 - Sticks and Embroidery “I am a stick,” said the stick. It sighed, thinking of the futility of its existence. It was only a simple stick, after all. How could it ever hope to compete against the wonders that were human beings?  It quivered for a moment, sensing danger. “I am a stick?” “You are a stick,” a soft, dangerous voice agreed. A dagger embedded itself into the stick. “...I am a stick,” said the stick, undamaged except for a slight nick in its mid
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