Entity A cast its genetic manipulators in frustration, putting and end to the clacking and weaving of the day. Another garbled web of DNA, another creature with skewed instincts spun by A's ever-failing needle-conductors. Good for nought but genetic memory of their origin, Entity B was tasked with housing this failure.
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Mary's weekend began visiting her grandmother, rocking in her chair, knitting cardinalities of woollen outerwear into the third digit.
"I don't know how you do that Nan," she confessed, "It looks really awkward."
"Oh, I don't know dear," as she clacked, "it comes so naturally to me."
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