I saw a box of toys on the side of the road, soaking in the rain. Tucked against the median, well away from traffic, it seemed to be placed there with reluctance, like a cherished memory better left forgotten. Thus, they sit alone, on exhaust choked pavement with no children to love them; an island of misfit toys adrift in the hustle and bustle of adults carrying on with their lives. I thought about stopping and rescuing them from their island, but the moment passed at fifty miles per hour with mud spatters and apathy.
I thought about my grandparents.
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This Heart Got Teeth
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