The Tyrant alpha
I’m flushed deep plum, I know by my scalded cheeks, and as everyone cranes their neck to ogle my things, my skin burns hotter, even though I have to be as dark as I can get.
Really, it’s a usual scavenger assortment. A notebook and a grease pencil stub. Rocks. Some crystals. A slingshot. Carabiners, paper clips, fishing lures, a blue handkerchief, a compass with a broken needle, my good compass, a metal thimble, a porcelain thimble, knitting needles, matchbooks, a Bic lighter, a beeswax candle, a pocket knife, a corkscrew, a magnifying glass, a brass letter opener, a fidget spinner, the shards of mussel and snail shells, the bottle cap with the red eagle, and a bag of cat treats.
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