Lord, have mercy on a frozen man.

I used to steal plums from my neighbor’s tree.

They weren’t like the kind you can buy at the store, big and juicy. They were small, hard and sweetly sour. I would eat them by the dozen. Nothing is delicious like a stolen piece of fruit on a hot summer day.

There is no plum tree there any more. It was cut down.

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