Often when she cried or wanted to sleep, I would go in her mouth. She’d sometimes play with me.
They were trying to carry the stroller over the footbridge. I was still in her hands. Then for a moment she got distracted by the colorful things the street vendor had arranged on the pavement. She dropped me. I was still covered with a little bit of her saliva. Then dirt stuck to me too. I stayed there under the stairs, watching the feet of the passersby’s.

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