A Question of Parallels

A three-degree deviation is practically an insult. Stepping down from my base, I marched straight toward the gridded notebook lying askew across the dark wood. Someone had abandoned a yellow pencil over the margin—crooked, unsharpened, rolling completely outside the boundary lines. How dreadfully sloppy. With the honed needle of my compass arm, I pinned the loose cylinder against the paper, rolled it into the center groove, and nudged the notebook until its perimeter ran parallel to the table edge. Order restored. #MissCircle #FundamentalPaperEducation #Fundamental #Oliver(fundamentalPaperEducation) #Steve #Minecraft