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This week's 55 Fiction Friday:
Seemingly by its own doing, the seed from the lemon wedge separated into the glass of water. He hated that, but it didn’t matter. For now, the beverage existed only to take his focus off her. It was calming to look at, really.
Next time I break up with someone I’ll order wine, he thought.