He is conflicted to flip the table. he stares endlessly into the table's polished wood. He gazes upon the earth in wonderment. he throws caution to the wind and grabs it by its side. But then he stops. He looks at the floor surrounding him. "Someone stayed and worked on this table for hours on end, and my rage should be its undoing?" His thoughts drown him as he 2continues to stare at the table
is ┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ) home?