When He Used to Write

Sometimes I stare at Frankie’s dog tags without ever really thinking about it. Before I fall asleep, I’ll see them glinting in the green and gold lights from the strangers’ ships, and just space out. It isn’t conscious, my staring at them. It’s almost like I can’t stare at anything else.
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I used to wear them around my neck, but my mother put a stop to that.

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