Thursday, May 29, 2025

A whistle in car speakers shrilled.

   Where the Gonzo muppetpuppet had been stowed, the trash can box door opened.  A pink mohawked punk pulled me inside.  Smells of leather and bubble gum.  Smells like a boy the hooded ones had decided in a broom closet eons ago. 

  "Swap?" 

  A change of backpacks.




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