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The last clacks of skateboard wheels mapping crooked paving slabs dash past ageing paint slouched against jutting shoulder blades. It was someone's kid sister, I think, who explained how she'd tested much worse than her parents and teachers expected so she could take maths in the class with the fish tank. And that's kind of where I am. What a strange place for lookout basement windows, they let the very edge of every sunset lock horns with warming fluorescents over who gets us best. But only with both, in this drinks chiller drone, am I following groceries home. Oh, that I could go and float in the alpenglow. Oh, in the alpenglow. It was someone's kid sister, I think, who explained how she'd tested much worse than her parents and teachers expected so she could take maths in the class with the fish tank. And that's kind of where I am. At my post in this drinks chiller drone I am following groceries home. (There are glimpses of dinner within visions of kitchens within windows that steam up and glisten.)
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