The kind that's yields the tiniest bit under my thumb, that is just adjacent of appropriately ripe. I weigh whether to bite. Is it be too firm to be enjoyed?
I smell it, I try to go on instinct.
I wish I had a better understanding of fruit.
I wish I could tell the exact condition under that thin skin.
In reality, I just got a solid 9 hours of sleep for the first time in a month, and upon waking I realized that I totally need at least 9 more, tout suite.
*Post best to be read in the tone of SNL skit "Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey"
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