The fruit of tomorrow

I never envisioned myself writing about something so personal. Even now, as the tips of my long, thin fingers tickle the keys of my laptop, my cheeks are blushing with adolescent-like embarrassment. Tap-tap-tap go the keys as I sheepishly formulate each new word… Tap-tap-tap goes my foot upon the floor as I try to muster the nerve to continue…

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