4 nickels

On the table they lay, patiently awaiting expenditure. To whom will I belong to now? Exchanged for a relative, I suppose, one who has come for a temporary visit. Until next time comes, of course, bearing with it the fine of life. Indeed a fine, but between relatives, it all seems fine. Passing off the buck for some change doesn’t help.

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