Don’t drop it. It’ll shatter.
But she’s not listening.
She doesn’t care.
And there’s nothing I can do but wait.
One breath
Two
And then the sharp clatter.
It’s three pieces now.
She shrugs. Sorry.
Concrete is unforgiving, unyielding.
I don’t have that luxury.
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