quarters. I want to put you in my mouth and play with you against my gum. I want to hear your rattle while I toss you against my cheek and try not to let you slip behind my tongue into my esophagus. It's a game. You know that. We know that. Come on, quarters. There's no such thing as chump change, there is chomp. And you know nickles aren't the same!
yours truly,
the perpetually metal mouthed
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