76 - One more might tip it.
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And when she turned, all aboard the buggy, all
seventeen cans and five hand bags swinging wild,
wild as the damage of the ages of hers. There once
were ten ponies, long ago, before the down
began. Her ten ponies and a joke and a laugh and
return again to the ponies, there the comfort is,
back then when she was small, and the comfort
found around the rows is still there, just a
little. And it all just piles on and on, the
damage done, and you can't count the wounds and
the wounds and remember the ponies, what was it
mom and Aron would say? You can't come back there
now, no we just can't. And there, it's there, the
nucleus and the kernel, though now just as then
it's hard to live without the food touching your
lips. After a day and a day and a day and a
lifetime of all of it, one more might tip it, and
that one is you.
