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The old woman at the bus stop rocks and rustles the shoebox she
keeps on her lap and when I sit down and ask, “What’s that?” she grins a
gummy smile, opens the lid and shows me all the ochre teeth like cashews.
She plucks them out one at a time, holds them up to her eye like a jeweler,
squinting.  “This one is Toby Schmidt,” she says, “the second boy who
cheated on me.”

© Len Kuntz, 2010

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