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apologetic look as

Mom carried on.

“Don’t you know the cops keep

a lookout for kids like you?”

I wasn’t a kid. And

I’d never so much as

seen a cop drive by.

Not yet, anyway.

Exiled

to my private mauve island where pretty

pink butterflies fluttered on my wall in

a lovely Å-enhanced butterfly dance,

I tried to be angry, but the ecstasy

wouldn’t let me. In fact, it made

me take a peek at

things from my mom’s POV. I

mean, we did

stay out until

the cock woke

up to stoke his

crow. Not only that, but we did

the very things she worried

about us doing, and more.

Introspection

would be easy

as a dual-edged

sword. If you

acquaint your

self with your

self, you don’t

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