two gloved men carying a sheet of factory glass childhood. pivoted on two mobile
corners. i remember the cityscape across and thru it. and then comes a 1-800-
bluevan-with-no-strings-attached to any kind of shenanigans. brake-failed and time-
it spares the two carriers. but childhood crumbles into its pearls of trivia. a world granulated on the average street of everywhere.
miniature golf. the marble game on the streets. the rut treasures them all. in clusters;like body language, trapped in the corners of rooms,in singles and doubles,in hide and seek. retrieval follows.
identify the private twin.
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