Chris held the raspberry in his dusty palm, it was that colour we all remember them being, like salmon infused with red and with a barely discernible fuzz to the plump compartments of juice. Six of us and one berry, every mouth watering like we used to salivate for candy at the old corner store when we were kids. Chris looked at us and we all nodded. He bent down to Juju who was curious to see what it was and offered it to her. She clung to Maxie's jeans and shook her head - how quickly we forget that this is something she's never seen...
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