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Madison grips the mic stand. Starts to sing.
Heirloom tomatoes in the summertime / And I know you want to taste that sun-dried
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“I cringe every time I hear that lyric.”
“Eff off.”
“Sun-dried? What’s a sun-dried. Because all I’m picturing is the old lady who lives upstairs.”
“What do you want from me? It rhymed.”
“Don’t think so.”
“Time. Dried. Whatever. It’s alliterative. Summertime. Sun-dried.”
“Just used sun-kissed.”
“Summertime. Sun-kissed. Weak i. Sounds terrible.
“Sunburn.”
“Absolutely not.”
“OH! I got it.”
“Okay, give it to me.”
“Heirloom tomatoes in the summertime, and I know you want to taste that sunrise
“Ugh.”
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