......I went to the grocery store today,and they had some samples of various fruits, all,like chopped up,with toothpicks sitting beside them,and as much as I would have liked to try them,I had no proof that the toothpicks were not recycled.How can you tell?....Later,my phone rang,and I answered.The voice on the other end asked if I was someone who I was not.Although I was not that person,I recognised the voice.It was my auntie.The number she was trying to dial was off on nearly every digit.I hadnt spoken to her in years.She didnt have my number.It had been changed on account of the fact that my last girlfriend was a psycho....Years ago...She always smelled good.She covered her psychosis with perfumes and shapeliness,and she left me with feelings of regret.She haunts my dreams,even after numerous others in her past.Sometimes,I purchase a small piece of fruit which smells good over my cigarette breath despite its' ovbious flaws,and eat it on the ride home....I loathe haiku.....
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