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Lewis bit into his lemon. He loved the color yellow. He hated bananas. So he settled with lemons. Lewis (that was Mr. Oswald to his English class) attempted to take every day like it was his last. Or some days like it was his first. That depended entirely on how drunk he had been the night before. Lewis's right hand grasped his plastic spoon and scooped some sugar from his china bowl. He sprinkled it on his lemon and took another bite. He spat out a seed with particular distaste striking on his wrinkled face. "At least bananas don't have these friggin' huge seeds," he thought, tossing the rest of the lemon in his black trash can.