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The boy had tried to stone the crows, but they just caught the rocks with beaks.
“I shall train them to stone the child/wren back,” she thought.
“It would be instructive.”
But, then she remembered she had simply cribbed a line from someone and made a fantasy from it.
Anyways, the kids were in school right now.
Her crows were perched overhead, waiting for peanuts.
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Oh, so you need prompting now?: Æ asks me.
And, promptly: I deadpan.
Someone is playing for Team Sensitive today: Æ smiles.
I grin: Fecking captain. And, the fact that you love me like this pisses me off.
Æ counters: You’re more entertaining than when in your mystæ provocateur state.
Dickhead: I think, stinging from the blow.
Every time with you: Æ thinks, reading my mind, laughing.
You know, I refilled the coffee on Mr. Book of Answers‘ table today. He said, ‘Thank you for your sensitivity.’ I was charmed.
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Hold my hands so they become held(,) dear.
Silversmiths of alchemists gatekeeping access to backrooms of bazaars thick with smoke.
A misty haze formed by fast talk and subtle exchanges.
Quicksilver traded for the mercurial.
Where those who do not wear thier darkness on thier sleeves abscond to let thier absence of light shine.
A speak easy of sly shadow souls and sacred fools that is only found by not looking.
Defy the beast, release.
WrittenCasey 