Two avocados sat in a concrete bowl on the marble counter on their way out, supple amidst the stones. I was home alone, and the whole day had passed with hardly a moment to spare. The sun was still up but on its way out too. My husband would be home soon. The avocados, they wouldn’t survive another [...]
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