I’m Sitting on the Porch Peeling a Juicy Peach, and What Should Be a Comfort Feels Like a Small Betrayal

The juice from the peach has dried sticky on my fingers, a reminder of the sugary dilemma.

Despite the oppressive heat, a shiver runs through me at the thought of another failed explanation.

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