Rowdy’s Dream Blog #152: A Pile Of Sorted Translucent Washers

Brutus De Cervantes
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G’s friend whispers in her ear: "Do you still have the bead he gave you?" It falls out of her pocket and rolls down the sidewalk. I chase it. It disappears into a pile of sorted translucent washers.
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