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“That is exactly the fruit stand I have been looking for. Exactly the kind of stand I want to buy. To run.” I stared at the fruit stand, trying not to be completely obvious, but I hoped the vendor would keep himself busy on the other side of his truck.
“It’s a dump,” Randy said. “It’s exactly the place I never want to end up.”
Randy was exactly the person I never wanted to end up with. I had just been lonely and desperate for someone to accompany me on my trip. I wondered if I could make him disappear.
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One response to “The Fruit Stand”
Easy enough to do in the dense forest…
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