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Submitted to Contest #53
Drip, Drip, Drip . . . He saw his last popsicle melting as it dripped to the floor. He couldn't believe she died in my arms. She used to make those for me, making the most wonderful, sweet popsicles yet. Sometimes there were cherries in it, sometimes there were blueberries. Sometimes she added honey and sometimes there were kiwi slices. Whatever she made, he loved it. She was an excellent cook, an excellent wife, an excellent friend. He wouldn't know what to do without her. She was his everything. ____________________________________________...
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