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Reports from Interzone...

"Mine's rotten." Rich nodded. "I've been getting rotten bananas, ever since Mom started going to WinCo."
Barry fingered the plastic wrap on his ham sandwich and twisted his face.
Rich pulled the brownish-yellow fruit from his dented lunch box. A few fruit flies spun drunkenly in its wake. "I hate old fruit." he croaked. "It smells like my grandmother."