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Green Pickled Plums

Published March 3, 2017 in Polly - 0 Comments

Green Pickled Plums

Polly had some.

Left by her handsome man friend from Georgia.

They were sour, salty and almost enough sweet for you to hold out hope.

But the next one didn’t get any better.

“Just like a man” she thought,“They look good, but when you actually have a taste, it’s all bitterness and lost potential.”

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