The Color Of Hunger

There are quarters everywhere in my back pocket. They seriously run rampid. There’s no stopping them. The dimes have no chance. Even if they did, fate would have taken it by now.
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Fate did do a crazy thing though. One of the more prominent Arkansas quarters made a 1999 dime his bitch. They now have 8 pennies as offspring. Those poor pennies. They have no idea that their tramp of a mother had an intimate affair with an unfaithful penny down in the corner of my other back pocket. “Why am I so dark and coppery, Mum?” “BECAUSE YOU ARE!” Ahhhh, life….