The last time she consumed a whole peach was the day she had that strong allergic reaction. So this must be from back then. Fuck. She kept it for twenty-one years. Underneath it, there’s a lollipop wrapper. I remember this one. Peach flavor with the brand design that goes back to over seventeen years ago. The first lollipop she left in my bag. Then there’s a pen. One she lent me once. A few rings that I gave her for her birthdays because I once heard her telling a friend she likes the special edition ones.
