Why does gravity, the prevailing force that inspires planet-annihilating supervovas, keeps the planets on a predictable path around the Sun, rules the ebb and flow of the tides, allows one-toothed carnies to do crazy shit with tennis balls inside the best fair ride of all time, and encourages the number on my roommate's bathroom scale to bitch slap me in the face, have absolutely no effect on the last, stubborn ice cube in my to-go cup?
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