When I was a kid in Minnesota,watermelon was a kind of delicious fruit.One of my father,s friends Bernie,was a fruit and vegetable wholesaler, 1 had a store in St.Paul.Every summer,when the first watermelon rolled in,Bernie would call Dad and I to 2 store.We would sit together and bury our faces in the watermelons, 3 (eat)only the heart,the reddest,juiciest,most seed free,most perfect part of them.ª¥
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