I passed the 'Clover City Limit' sign on the outskirts of town. It ignited a fire inside of me. I reached for my umbrella in the backseat, got out of my car with the engine still on and went at that sign like a pinata. I beat that sign until my fingernails bled and my umbrella was broken to pieces. I left a dent in it for every asshole who had treated me like shit, for every time I had been used, and for every time I had been wronged. But there wasn't any candy scattered across the ground, only fragments and broken pieces of the dream inside of me.
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