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Mar 2018
I found a ladybug in a crack, caught, on the floor.
I waited for it to climb onto my hand.
A woman hands me my attorney's phone number.
I offer her the ladybug in exchange, asking her to free it.
So it won't be locked up.
She leaves...

Nearby,
a toilet flushes.
Written by
Rebecca Evans
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     Michelle Morine
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