Out in the outer boroughs today, trying to hook up a geographical shift for Microkhan world headquarters. As much as I’ve loved living in Atlah, this shoebox-sized abode has become intolerable; I blame all lousy writing on the fact that I’ve been reduced to working on the floor of Microkhan Jr.’s room during school hours. As I sniff around for brand new digs, enjoy the footage of history’s greatest hammer throwers; note how the wind-and-spin technique has become much more refined over the decades.
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