"you have nickles on you", she pointed..."there...and there...
you have nickles in your skin, i do too, but you have more, and kids have even more than you do"
i didnt understand. i am not made of money and coins do not string together my body,
holding tightly or interwoven between cells of fat and tissue.
so i agreed, so you would feel understood, and you put your fingers into her pourage to steal her sugar.
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