They were beautiful, and if i never ate one it was because i knew it might be missed or because i knew it would not be replaced and because you do not eat that which rips your heart with joy
(shining red in their liquid, exotic aloof, slumming in such company: a jar of maraschino cherries, three-quarters full, fiery globes, like strippers at a church social. Maraschino cherries, marschino)
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(shining red in their liquid, exotic
aloof, slumming
in such company: a jar
of maraschino cherries, three-quarters
full, fiery globes, like strippers
at a church social. Maraschino cherries, marschino)
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