The watermelon called Bob"Here!" She handed me the large, luscious green watermelon. She knew that I love watermelon."Call it a parting gift from a childhood friend." She smiled to me. The same bright cheerful smile that I have loved for all the time we have been together. I loved her. I loved her soft, warm hands, touching mine as she giving me the water melon. I love her farm girl's fuzzy brown hair fluttering in the wind like small bird wings before me. I love her large black eyes looking at me with their beautiful shine like the sun in them. And I would have to part with all of that, parted with her forever.The watermelon called Bob
"Remember to write for me!" I called after
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