I took a quick glance at the pumpkin outside of H-E-B today when I stopped by the store for extras and was bothered by their unnatural perfection—l suspect cloning. Then I caught sight of a squat felllow with a misshapen brow and a strong stem half-way down his forehead, so I grabbed him in my motherly arms and gave him a place of honor in my cart. I don’t usually buy pumpkins this early in the season, but I couldn’t let Bruno get away.
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