Today's fiction is brought to you by the word can.
Kevin kicked the can down the street. The rhythmic clinking came to a sudden stop. A foot covered by a converse sneaker crunched it, then kicked it into the sewer. Kevin didn't recognize the person this foot was attached to. It must be the new girl in town, he thought.
"Hi, I'm Kevin."
She nodded at him. "Is there anything better to do in this town than kick a can?"
"Not really." Kevin shrugged.
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