The bucket was the last thing on my mind as I carried it down to the river. No one needed to think I was nervous about it or thinking about it. If I did, then someone ELSE would think about it or notice that its cargo wasn't exactly normal.
Hmm … y’know, to be honest, I don’t know what’s in the bucket. Why is this person trying to get rid of its contents—or are they? Is it something harmful? Something implicating? Why does this person fear someone else inquiring about the bucket and its contents?
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