One day in college there was a pack of toothpicks in my bag that broke open. I pulled 37 toothpicks out of my scarf and another 20-odd from the bottom of my bag. I put them all back in the pack but I couldn't find the lid so I went to throw them away.
My friend said not to throw them away, that he'd take them, so I gave them to him and we headed into the lecture.
A while into the lecture my friend pulled out the toothpicks and started laying them out on the table in a kind of pattern. I was sitting next to him and I was bored, so I started laying toothpicks out as well. We sat in silence for a while each working on our own little toothpick doodle and eventually the two bunches branched out and joined together to form one bigger toothpick doodle. Once that happened we both spent a little while perfecting it and then we left it be for the rest of the lecture.
At the end of the lecture he turned to me and said "We just accidentally made a piece of art together without really communicating with each other at all"
I took a picture of the toothpicks on the desk and then we cleared them back into the pack. I've since lost the picture.
He said "What do you think it is?" and I said "A firework"
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