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keychain
It was the thing that dangled, splayed out when she tossed the contents of her pocket on a table or on the floor, the lines and contours that poked through her jeans as she sat cross-legged, indian-style or straddling the guy that she just met in the library. It helped her get home. It was her home.
Posted By N.G. Hotch On 02.27.2011 @ 2:55 pm
