Jiggling in the comfy holds of this enclave, we had the company of not only fellow coins from pennies to dollars, we had the jangling brothers of keys.
But then one fateful, we slowly but subtly found lesser of our company of coins.
Oh no. We saw brother Dollar slipped through a side of the comfy liner and heard the squeaking scream down the rocking enclave.
There was a hole in the pocket.
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