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small children walk around selling lottery tickets. they’re only eight or ten years old and they have wonderful faces. they all remind me of my little brother.

my brother was skinny and brown-skinned when he was little. he used to walk around wide-eyed and i felt like i needed to protect him somehow. sometimes he wore a baseball hat and it was too big. it was tight on his head and rose above like a balloon.

these little lottery ticket vendors all walk around like jason did. they all somehow look like him and i want to buy from everyone. they have wondering eyes and big smiles. they are thin and brown and short. they wear baseball hats that are oversized. i think about summers playing in the back yard and roaming the shores of the branch creek. i think about birthday parties and cool summer nights.