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“The Spoon”

By Colt Bayless

Ting. Clang. Ting.

“Sharpy! Wedge! Pincer!” yelled Albert.

It was Monday morning and the Hazel family had just left the house. A spoon alone and unused in its slot nudged and smacked the silverware drawer’s dividers.

“What is it, Albert?” Sharpy replied.

“I was wondering,” said the spoon, (more…)

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