Grace Gets All Over
Grace came to me. I’d like to tell you it came accidentally, but I think we were always on a collision course. So now Grace lingers, in one of my many pockets, more valuable than the keys and coins. There’s no trading my Grace for a Big Mac or an iPhone, yet I find it much handier than a good pocket knife. Grace is sticky and once you have it, it will never let go of you, no matter your circumstances, or even who becomes president. It just gets all over everything. And when you try to shake it off it just gets gooier.
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