if you break your promise, little pebbles, i will take you home. and they will gape at you with bloody eye lashes.
and they will tell you, little pebbles, give me your hand. and you would be shy. sweaty and slimy. and you would run up to me. patting your little feet on the cold mosaic.
but this time, i will not hold your hand.
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