It started out of curiosity, no, out of jealousy. I was jealous of all the people who met every 3pm at the back guard. They were were strangers but they knew each other during the holy hour. I wanted to belong, more than I wanted to de-stress.
It started with a stick with a green line. Then I tried gold and red, but reds were only for brave days, not every day was a brave day. Gold was my favorite.
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