Time is money.
Or so the wise say.
If true, my hours go for no more than a plugged nickel and a pocketful of lint…
Yeah, so I’m in that kind of a mood.
Dramatically blue and bitter.
Look away.
I’m ugly and broken today and not worth the lint.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, the Lint Merchant
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 
Nobody would like to look away
and many of us will take a hold
once we know the lint’s nature,
lints that are made of pure gold.
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How beautiful! Thank you. My heart grins.
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