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Toy Bonnie and lefty were both fruits, but not the same kind. Bonnie was a teenie weenie eenie meenie itty bitty blue berry, and lefty was a black plum or whatever you call it. The first day in the grocery stord, they were together on the same fruit display shelf thing, but right after that day, they were separated. They had really made a connection, even catching feelings for eachother, but now it was over. It had been forever since they had talked, (3 days) and all they could do was glance at one another in sadness.
The next day, some new stock comes in. It's mostly the usual, but then someone catches bonnie s eye. It was a stunning beautiful plum and her name was ballora. it had been nearly a lifetime since Bonnie and lefty spoke, and Bonnie tried to convince himself that he wouldn't mind if ballora dated lefty, since it would probably make lefty happuer, but he still felt sad and jealous. Lefty wasn't interested in ballora, but he knew Bonnie would think he was. Lefty wanted to tell him that he was the only one in his heart, but they were too far apart. He remembered back on the old days, where he and Bonnie could speak with each other , as a tear fan down his face. But even If they were still togetber, it was extremely looked down upon for different fruit s to be togethrr. "If only society was more accepting..." He solemnly whisperex. he sat in waited in despair for another day...