There's no children here

I saw a used needle on the ground this morning. I didn’t pick it up. Then I thought of children seeing it. I still didn’t pick it up. It had an orange tip plunger. What kind of children would be playing in a parking lot anyway? Frozen. Full of cars. Dog shit still smells even when it’s cold. What kind of children would play by unused railroad tracks? There’s no houses around here. Just city. There’s a high school or two. But high school kids already know too much. No I didn’t pick it up for them. I didn’t touch it.

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