It was cold, cold on the kitchen counter. My peel quivered at the sudden breeze caused by the large bay window across the room. I glanced at my pitiful reflection in the toaster. Who could ever love a banana like me?
Perri, my friend of many fruit years, rolled against me. His soft peach fuzz caressed my curve. I deeply admired every inch of his body, but only saw me as a friend.
"Why are you looking so down, Bree?" He questioned, concerned.
"Oh, it's nothing," I replied nonchalantly.
He saw right through my lies, for they were as clear as glass.
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My Life as a Banana
Romance***SATIRE ONLY Did you know you are more genetically related to a banana than a primate???? Welcome to the life of Bree Nanner... she's not like the other bananas. She's started to slip up and she might need to peel back her walls and let herself sh...
