Mitch felt guilty about stabbing the pumpkin. He knew it was just an unfeeling vegetable, but the resistance of the rind made him uncomfortable. Then there was the insides, all slick and seedy, to be scooped out and discarded. Or baked, as Sarah had told him - that seeds in the oven actually tasted good. But seeds were, in essence, pre-pumpkins. He
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