A peach with a death wish?

I watch my once friends bail on me. I can’t get around all that well. I sit, waiting to be put into said fruit salad. Oh, but the chef has fallen and cannot get up!! And Claude pushed me off the counter. Roll, roll Patricia!

I reach the door and roll to freedom! I am a free peach! YES ! I smile… peachlike. Now to get past m’lady’s dog. That’ll be tough. I roll, roll, roll….....FREEDOM! I’m outside, and I jump on a tree. Yay me!

I am Patricia, a recently freed and not eaten peach.

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