Watermelon

“Today’s a perfect day for a watermelon,” she thought as she fished for a slice from the cellophane packaging and broke off a chunk. She took a bite, red liquid dripping on her chin, and stared at the remaining piece in her hand. “If I were a watermelon, I’d be round. Red inside. And juicy.”

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