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The brother throws the other

one over his head and

each of his hands grabs

a different fruit.  They each eat and

the juices run down over their white

shirts and athletic shorts.

The peaches and plums are the

same colour as

the sunrise, said one to the

other.  The juice drifted into

the small stream behind their

family’s barn.  The more stoic of the

two, just stared at the red walls after he

was finished and he wanted

to know what else was yet

to be completed.