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In by Chris on December 7, 2010 at 1:02 am

I dropped the basket and different colors of thread spilled onto the ground in the kind of tangle that you just have to throw out in the end. The last of my red was trapped. Some blue and yellow too. I sat down on the cobbles and tried to untangle it, because I felt I owed it to the thread to at least make the effort. The knot only tightened like a muscle.
The next morning the dog came out of its place behind the trashcan with the thread in its mouth. The colorful mass dripped slobber and fraying ends.

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