Sugar (Pt. 4)

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My Frank will worry about me.
I know he will ask about me.
I need to think
Quick
On where to put my sugar.
Frank can't see it.

I shove it into my underwear,
Check the mirror
Just in case the bags sticks out of my jeans
In a weird way,
Then I wash my face.

I look okay.

Smiling
I open the door.

"Hi, Frankie."

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