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QUARTERS [I was drunk when I thought up this one] are like your aces. Your lieutenants. Dimes are kind of like your sophisticated friends too, delicate and refined and surprisingly loaded. Nickels you kick to the curb and feel bad for it, especially when the day rolls around when they're all you've got and you need to round up a gang and ask them all a favor. Pennies are like little lint pieces that come up in your pockets, they're weathered and historical but they're used to getting dumped in the garbage can, it's no big deal -- they'll be back like cockroaches.

They can seem to have lives we know nothing about: a secret society like the Brotherhood of Freemasonry, wheezing along and obsolescing in the dark cul-de-sacs of Americana.