Praying Mantus Lures [S: Lucidimine, x2]
I am walking down a city street after a long complex series of events (forgotten). I am with a small group of men in their twenties. One of them is commenting on how each of us has a legacy from growing up together. I imagine money or a pickup truck. There is a hollow stump at the top of a set of stone/concrete stairs leading down and away. He reaches into the stump and pulls out a lure, or a bait holder, that has many, 10+, small insects held by something similar a large saftey pin. It is understood that the insect impales themselves by trying to hold on or push away from the the device. There hands are subsequently skewered and they are all neatly hanging by them.
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