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Citric Acid

Published March 24, 2017 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Citric Acid

Max hatched the idea with her.

For lemonade, infused with rosemary.

Could have bought lemons, but it was more romantic to steal them.

From the neighbor’s yard.

He waited until midnight, walked past the house.

Turned around and walked back.

Jumped the fence.

The sensors tripped the lights, their dog lunged, and all hell broke loose.

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