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The Violence of Fruit

I chose a firm, flawless, beautiful pear from the fruit bowl on the counter to take to work to eat for breakfast.

And I got here, and it looked as though, in transit, it was mugged.

Now, I will end up eating it out of pity rather than desire, and that's tragic.


Nov. 29th, 2004 09:31 am (UTC)
Ooooh. I hate that.

But I might not eat it, depending on how bad it was damaged, just because I am very picky about my fruit.