Looks like a squirrel is impatient, too. And the bugs.
It was just starting to smell like a peach, with a faint fragrance more like a blossom than a fruit. Although I cut off the damage and bit it myself, it’s not at all sweet, with no hint of peach flavor. Not even a squirel would eat that, not when they’re still stealing every single strawberry left.
One word. Wait. Wait-wait, wait–wait, wait–wait. Wait!
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