The Cutie

            Opening her mouth, she let out a shrill squeal of laughter. She ran, her feet hitting the smooth cool wooden floor on the way to the kitchen. Stretching up on tippy toes, she reached her tiny hand into the fruit bowl and grabbed a small cutie, squishing it on the way back down. She dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of the bright orange skin. Citrus filled the air, and her mouth watered while she finished ripping it away. Her hands, sticky from juice flowing, tore it in half and pulled a half moon slice away. Sweet liquid touched her tongue as the outer skin broke and the tiny beads of the meat popped in her mouth.


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