[[Man sits on his bed, looking at a girl who is spinning. It is night.]]
Man on bed: What are you doing?
Girl: Spinning counterclockwise
Each turn robs the planet of angular momentum
Slowing its spin by the tiniest bit
Lengthening the night, pushing back the dawn
Giving me a little more time here
With you
{{title text: With reasonable assumptions about latitude and body shape, how much time might she gain them? Note: whatever the answer, sunrise always comes too soon. (Also, is it worth it if she throws up?)}}
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