Chloë Joan López
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Juice

Here, let me rest a moment.

I couldn't help but dream of betteries. In my dream, all I wanted was to build a cigarette lighter from two batteries (for spark) and a chamber for the gas. No, it didn't work. The batteries and the chamber were black, except the batteries were red. They were red, but I somehow knew they were black. Or so I thought. They didn't work, so I looked over the package for a clue.

"WARNING: BATTERIES CONTAIN LEECHES. DO NOT EAT. HOW MANY POOR SAPS HAVE CURSED THEMSELVES ON THE WAY TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM AFTER EATING."

I have to admit that I was hungry. I imagined the blind things worming around in their metal jackets. Only briefly.