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Peaches

I swear, I just love peaches.

I love the way they feel in my hand,

tender and furry.

I ate one today, ya know.

I just let the juices dribble down

my chin and into the creases of my neck

so that I got all sticky

but I didn't even wipe it off.

Them sticky juices

reminded me of this one time,

Remember?

That one time when me and you

were little and we were sitting

on the curb eatin' peaches and

laughing at the ants crawlin' between our toes.

Yesterday, I had an ant crawl on my toe.

But I just killed it.

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