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I like peaches. Good peaches, I mean. Not the crummy, runty little ones you so often get. The juicy ones that are just (excuse the Tropicana commercialness) bursting with flavour. A not too much fuzz. I mean, there is fuzz (what would a peach be without the fuzz?), but not excessive amounts. And it's firm. Firm like... a peach. A good peach. I'm eating one now, with another sitting beside me. They're my only reprieve from the damned heat of my house. I don't know what it is about the place - maybe the insulation's crap, maybe it's just me - but it's never the right temperature. At this moment, for instance, it's boiling. Well, I'm boiling. Blame it on the hair. Damned poofiness.