One day I was making bead necklaces when the jar full of beads moved by itself onto the carpet with a loud thud. I watched the beads spilling out, really annoyed that I’d have to pick them all up, when I noticed that they just kept spilling out… I bent down to try and find out how it was happening, but when I touched one of the beads I jumped back in pain. The bead had burnt my skin. As the mound of beads on the ground grew by the second, I ran outside and watched them fill the house.
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