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Nearly Whole


by Epiphany Ferrell


These are stolen moments, when I have my finger in someone else's pie. Always a warm pie, beckoning with delicate pastry crust, sticky-sweet filling, a pie that might otherwise grow cold and fly-specked on the windowsill. 

I'm not a greedy man. I want that one, unnoticed taste. 

I'll leave the pie nearly whole.

You won't even know I've been there.

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