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War of the Watermelon.

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It's ice cold in my fingers. It has been in the fridge waiting for our return. She cuts into it's hard green flesh and it's red blood oozes from it's wound. She hands him a slice and he takes a bite of the wonderfully sweet red meat. I turn to wait for my slice. I feel something hit the back of my neck. He spit a cold, wet black object at me! "Hey!" I yell, as I finally reach for my own slice. I put the juicy red meat into my mouth. The sweetness is overwhelming, I smile enjoying the taste on my tongue. I find a seed among the juice, using my skills, I spit the black seed back at him. Thus, starting the War of the Watermelon with the black seeds of the Earth as our bombs.





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