3 Tossed Treasure • messiness

My stepfather was a messmaker. He tossed my treasures; he filled my life with scraps of betrayal. Sometimes his messes floated in broad daylight. Other times they sank to hidden places. The guest room from which he tossed my rock tumbler was one such hidden place. The door was often locked.

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