Our palms sang with money, the wrong kind. We'd scooped coins from fountains, faces stinging from slaps that we'd bought with our spoils. Our mother hissed, eyes slotted, angered by theft when we had everything we could want. We'd bounced presidents off the mermaid's perfect tits, while security guards laughed. We were solemn. The mermaid […]
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