I best start with the fork.
I stepped off the curb, and it was lying there. Completely flat, scratched - and beautiful. It has been in my possession for years now. I can't remember the city or the road, but I can remember the joy. There have been other metal road-kills found since but none as beautiful.
I stepped off the curb, and it was lying there. Completely flat, scratched - and beautiful. It has been in my possession for years now. I can't remember the city or the road, but I can remember the joy. There have been other metal road-kills found since but none as beautiful.
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