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Don’t stay late

(There was a sour smell I couldn’t quite place.)

I didn’t try real hard; what Sonny had said distracted me. Just, be quick. He hadn’t said why. It really bothered me it bothered me so much. It was crazy.

(That smell, it belonged at school somehow.)

Worrying about a smell on the subway was crazier than worrying about Sonny yanking my chain. He hadn’t wanted to lend me the costume, but I needed to see Karis without being seen out, and who’s going to look twice at some schmuck in a rabbit suit? I’d begged, he’d relented, I’d had it out with Karis. And now here I was, heading home.

(Grade school. The smell that metal rail left on the kids’ sweaty hands.)

And that was craziest of all, because the suit had gloves.

I flexed a paw, twitched my nose, and went back to brooding about Karis.

I thought this was going to be whimsical, but it came out rather on the dark side. I should know better than to be surprised at where Visdare takes me.

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