I found this in the lane at work. "Fresh from the markets of Milano", says Patrick. "Or the plastic seas of Spain, anyway". I picked it up and carried it, precious and cold, in my hand to my desk so's it wouldn't get stepped on. It just looked too perfect and red to be squished - like a little visitation from another time, a time called Summer, come to cheer me up a bit.
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