The remedy hidden deep in the well being of a con
J. Michael Wahlgren

They appear without telling, their little secrets like dots on a dress, a force to be reckoned with. Call me lonely if you must, but know this, if I offer money or candy you'll take it all in like a movie scene where the protagonist tells one to "know this" and then fails to deliver his last line like a rhyme that falls short of slanting eyes that block the sun.