E was for everything; everything that never was, everything that should have been. An overgrown field, a lot where a house once stood, never rebuilt.

J was for justification; for trying, for lying. For sincere regret over insincerity, and death. A gym and a Ward that knew him, pavement still pock-marked and walls still riddled.

T was for tapestry; for Lachesis' sense of humor, for what was offered. A liquor store that stood where knowledge was once sold instead of consolation.

P was for pain; for bloody drops of truths in shards of lies, for wrongs that were right, and things that couldn't be. A crowded bar, dim with smoke and raucous with sound.

Earlier.

"Why do four singles cost as much as a half dozen?"


"That's the way they're sold buddy. Why don'tcha buy a dozen and split 'er up into trips?"

"Because a dozen costs as much as a small car."


"That's funny. Come on, there's a line. Other cuttomers."

"Isn't this price gouging?"


"Naw, it's not a necessity. Besides, you can't put a price on love. It's undefinable."

"Maybe."


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