Wednesday, 8 March 2017

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I took a long look, deciding whether to eat it or not. It is just sitting there in it textured red casing. Waiting for me. I pick it up, it slips between my fingers it is back on the table waiting. I take a long whiff, the fruity fragrance burned my nostrils. I try picking it up again I make sure that doesn't slip. I take one more look then down the hatch. The taste of crunching ice and the sour essence make my mouth like a disco club. The bag gets scrunched up the ruffle echoes in the classroom. I take another one down the hatch it goes to but in two bites I peer in, it is like a white and red explosion in there. I eat more, it was like an early morning breakfast. Delicious!  


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