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“Words?” Lola asked. She imagined them as burrowing mice, scurrying and hiding behind the radiator.

That afternoon she followed a map of small decisions. She walked past the bakery with the crooked sign where a woman hung fig tarts like offerings. She crossed a bridge coated in pigeon graffiti. She asked directions from a teenager who wore a cat on his backpack and from a woman carrying a shopping bag heavy with oranges. Each answered with a shrug and, occasionally, a rumor: someone had been leaving notes, it’s been going on months, no one knows why. schatzestutgarnichtweh105dvdripx264wor

Lola imagined a treasure chest with a sticky note that read: DO NOT STEAL—THIS IS A PIRATED MOVIE. She imagined, too, the lavender turning into smoke and the satchel sprouting wings. “Words