Krystyn wiped his green smeared face with his bib and reached into her back pocket for his drink. She had a baby bottle filled with warm soy-based formula laced with a quintuple dose of Colace all ready for ad gotten in anticipation of owning a car, a twenty dollar bill he carried in his wallet for emergencies and most damningly, the dirty underwear he had been wearing that morning. His urine sodden briefs hung in the middle of the mobile with the brown stains on the back prominently displayed as they rotated in the air above him. The yellow stains that had become permanent on the brief’s fly came into view every thirty seconds.

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