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| Toasted Tomatoes |
April is no fool. She slinked her icy self in before midnight last night, before the time the clock said she was to arrive. She turned the fragile, sickly tomato vines to toast. Plain and simple. Done. The end.
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| Visible damage from insects and snow before the final blow. |
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| I'll take these tomatoes in today to see if they might ripen. |
