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I invite Annie home to see my freezer full of toys.
 

Permafrost bear traps,
thrice chilled orbitoclast,
sweet peas for the BB gun.

 

Instead, we watch infomercials on the TV.

 

But when the six beers inside her demand to know,
"What kind of person needs that much OxiClean?"

I say nothing--

And wonder if she can hear the snickering from my walls.