It was just a place to get a drink of water. Just water. Just a drink. A water fountain. But you best be able to read, young lady. If you drank from the wrong one you would be in deep trouble. She could never figure out where the Mexicans drank.
sparkling water
splattering over the edge
soaked cricket
© petra domina
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