.She phoned⦠we rush through milk and mush. We laugh⦠make swords from old tree-house boards.
Outside, thereâs Fred and his sister, two sets of twins⦠Weâve got skinned knees, unusual stones, and lately, himâ¦
His buttons are coins from faraway archipelagos. He winks; our sli.
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