Ummm….. idk.
Janie spun the class globe. Around, around, around it went, spinning too fast for her to see the names of the continents and countries, written in green. She knew that the globe was like life.
The spinning represents how happiness is in life, being spun around carelessly until someone stops it, where either you or someone else has made a bad choice that affects you. Then somebody else, maybe someone you meet, starts it spinning again. But everything can be stopped, just to make a choice. Stop the spinning, stop the stopping. It will let you chose if it’s spinning or stopping.
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