On the pavement, a till receipt lifts and tumbles; I catch it with my shoe. It says thank you at the bottom, as if I’d done something worth noting. I put it in the bin, imagining the small relief of being properly thrown away.
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On the pavement, a till receipt lifts and tumbles; I catch it with my shoe. It says thank you at the bottom, as if I’d done something worth noting. I put it in the bin, imagining the small relief of being properly thrown away.