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the forbidden fruit hangs not far away. he only needs to reach and grasp it, take a nice bite of it and savor the beautiful, sweet reward. he stares at those curves on the fruit, accentuated by the part in the middle. a bead of sweat runs down his forehead. he wipes it away with a damp palm. joseph considers the pros and cons quickly, and the pros far out weigh the cons.
so he takes a deep breath, unafraid now, his confidence boosted. he will go for it. he will go grab the fruit. he will go buy what he deserves…!
“one peach please!”
he smashes his phone onto the reader, his money deducted, and the forbidden fruit is in his hands. he takes a bite, enjoying the peach. it’s delicious, it’s exactly what he wants. also, it’s a peach, this wasn’t an innuendo for anything. he’s just kinda broke and peaches aren’t cheap in isola you dirty pervert.
suddenly, he turns around -- and there he was! the nemesis he had somehow made when ogling a butt. caught red handed, peach in hand, his eyes widen and he stares.
“where the hell did you come from?!”
