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it’s one of those rare nights in my neighborhood when people are out and about and not just shuttered up in their houses with the central air cranked
down the street there’s a series of shrieking children clearly being roughhoused with, and loudly delighted about it
but somewhere, hauntingly, there’s a squeaky toy
squeaking
just often enough that i know i didn’t hallucinate it, not often enough for me to triangulate the direction
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it’s one of those rare nights in my neighborhood when people are out and about and not just shuttered up in their houses with the central air cranked
down the street there’s a series of shrieking children clearly being roughhoused with, and loudly delighted about it
but somewhere, hauntingly, there’s a squeaky toy
squeaking
just often enough that i know i didn’t hallucinate it, not often enough for me to triangulate the direction
(Your picture was not posted)
