Ace of coins
A radio tube in the palm of my hand is hot and Death holds a paw to the back of my neck with pinprick nails cool in my skin and tufts of fur impossible soft between the pads but there was a thing I came here to do to take to ask for and it was not this (perhaps there is another girl who has run for the ledge and leapt with no regret but I would not know her if I saw her, even if that girl was me).
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