Brett Rockman ✔ «FRESH»

As he sat on the grass, a four-leaf clover caught his eye. He didn't look for the leaves; he looked for the white "squares" in the center, just as he had learned to look for the truth in a world full of basicness. He picked it, tucked it behind his ear, and smiled. "I really am that bitch," he whispered to the wind.

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"Bo! Get your feathery butt over here!" he shouted toward the porch. Bo, his prize rooster, strutted in with the audacity of a Leo—a trait Bretman respected deeply, given his own father was a Leo. As he sat on the grass, a four-leaf clover caught his eye