She always had one
In her hand.
“Peanut butter cups,”
She’d say,
“They help me forget.”
She spent her saved change
On peanut butter cups
At the 7-11 down the road
Every day.
She would come to class
Holding a peanut butter cup
And would sit in the second row—
Second chair—
Eating it silently.
When she was done
She would fold the wrapper
Into a little heart
And slip it into...
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