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A Nano Tale

Finally, I convinced myself to do it. Tonight it had to be sacrificed. Picking up the knife, I inserted the gleaming pointed steel into its voluminous abdomen and sliced out a big chunk off its juicy flesh. A heady smell made my nostrils flutter with happy anticipation ...with an obvious tinge of sadness, too. As I scooped out the golden flesh, a sigh escaped my lips.

The mixer whirred and minced the perfect cubes to a gooey slush. A dash of honey, a pinch of saffron and a glass of milk....and it is whipped to perfection.

A glass of enticing mango shake.....with the last mango from the last remaining mango tree in our garden.

   
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