“Applesauce”

“Applesauce,” you whisper from the backseat.

We’re on our way home from swim class.

“Applesauce,” you say softly to yourself.

As in, “crisscross applesauce.”

And that’s how you were sitting.

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“Applesauce.”

 

 

 

 

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