I saw my friend Danny in late December. We traipsed through the woods and gossiped, caught up, discussed work we have in common. At no point did he mention bananas or eat a banana, which was strange because Danny’s always eating a banana, he loves bananas, often when I think of bananas, I think of him.
Banana…
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