CHANGE MACHINE
I always did get confused by
that. Everything always remained
the same no matter how much coin
I put it. I wanted the balmy precipice
from which to glide; all I got were
the mountains and hollows of some
Winter's unedifying push. Not that
it put me off, mind you. I'd always
learned to get by and stay up. My
manner survived. But I had, after
all, requested change. Not just
these quarters.
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