"The apple was hard. The orange got wetter." "Can we compare them, though?" Sitting cross-legged on the rumpled bed in a black Pong t-shirt and white cotton panties, I released my focus from the two fruits on Jacob's dresser. They were each bruised from my telekinetic practice. "We could eat them." "Toss me the apple," Jacob said, reclined next to me like a lazy lion in his eggplant
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