.The right hand grips, the left hand slides. The pennies drop, the boxes glide.
It never stops. She worked the line blind. Folded, pushed... A pirhouette.
No thought, no joy, no regrets. A cigarette was hanging from a cord and every
Thousand boxed she'd suck her reward and find her islan.
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