Like Sisyphus, I spent Sunday afternoon lugging around some Staten Island rocks in my pack. There was the one that looked like a half a grilled cheese sandwich: One that looked like a slightly chewed caramel:
Werthers, my three companions thought.
And certainly the easiest to carry! Unlike this one:
A handful, and full of iron I think, not least because it turned my fingers orange.
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