I went back. I walked briskly and with resolution. I grabbed one, then another, then another and another. I was asked if assistance was needed and, I declined without looking. Reason intervened temporarily. Long enough, anyway, for me to return to the endless miasma a few of my treasures. I walked briskly again, the way I had come, retracing in reverse and backwards.

Smiles all around.

I rushed into my apartment, rending materials aside. I played, and played, and played. I am now, inexplicably, missing several dollars, have an Excedrin headache, sore fingers, and a grin. Simple (dorky [oh dear God you DORK]) pleasures.

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