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I wash the fruit.
The loquats and mulberries ripened early.
I bought them at Monoprix! I didn’t feel at home there despite the long hours I spent between the aisles of canned goods, cooking oils, confectionary goods, paper napkins and cleaning solutions. That Monoprix was a scary entity that made me aware of my own insignificance and bewilderment. I asked myself while browsing all sorts of goods I never imagined existed, “What was it that brought me here?”
The situation was much like the melancholy of the first days of a new school year. I always cried on the first day. That was not limited to just the first years but right up to my last year. It was the year I didn’t finish, when I discovered your library was enough for me, and the best teacher at the school hadn’t read half of on
