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Broken Record

My brother’s like a broken record.  He tells me about how we used to bike around the neighborhood pretending we were race car drivers, and how we’d gained multiple knee scrapes from turning the curb too fast. He’ll tell me this story twice, thrice, or even four times in a row, and laugh about the good ol’ days. I laugh with him, because though he doesn’t remember that he’s already told me this story for the fourth time in a row, he does remember the fun we had. My brother’s like a broken record, but I don’t mind one bit.
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Blood Red Bananas: Drabble

The bananas here used to be yellow once upon a time. Now they’re blood red. Nobody is quite sure why. Maybe it was because of a lab explosion that happened a few months ago, its chemicals toxifying the rain and falling onto the bananas. Maybe it was because of an invasive species of earthworms that had somehow burrowed themselves into the soil and made the banana groves their home. Or maybe it was because Grandma painted them red herself because valentine’s day was coming, and she insisted the bananas looked prettier that way. I have a hunch it’s the latter.

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