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I looked at it critically Was it red enough, plump enough, Will it be juicy still? Will it live up to its promises? Nobody wants a dry peach. I'd better leave it, I thought. God knows what it will be like. And then it dawned on me: This is a peach in September. Grab it, eat it - as quick as you can! For this is September, and peaches are rare in December.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC
A Peach in September
I looked at it critically Was it red enough, plump enough, Will it be juicy still? Will it live up to its promises? Nobody wants a dry peach. I'd better leave it, I thought. God knows what it will be like. And then it dawned on me: This is a peach in September. Grab it, eat it - as quick as you can! For this is September, and peaches are rare in December.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC
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