My Daddy Is In Sales
My daddy is in sales the child told me.
He will get hubcaps for you, spinners, copper, whatever you want.
But he is careful about who he sells to.
Can he get me an I-phone?
Sure. He sometimes comes by them.
A stereo?
What’s that?
It’s something no one has any more.
Maybe. I’m not sure.
He doesn't sell to anyone, he reports.
He has to trust you before he sells to you.
I think this is curious.
certain the child has no idea how much information he is sharing.
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