The Peach

It was the last peach left in the box, and it was the largest, most perfect, luscious peach I’d ever seen. I quickly grabbed it and scurried away.

Lovingly, I washed it and set aside not one, but two, paper towels to eat along with it: knowing it would be so succulent, that rivers of its wonderful nectar would, surely escape out of the sides of my mouth. That night I dreamed of eating my peach.

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