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August 18, 2017
A half lemon sat on the countertop next to the sink. It was no longer freshly cut, the face having grown dull and glazed over. It was patiently waiting its turn to be made into lemonade. The world market for lemonade had plunged in the previous year, but was now at a new high because of an attack of lemon pests in the western hemisphere. It was now more expensive than warranted and why anyone would leave a full half lemon just sitting out like that was beyond any understanding. Yet there it was for anyone with eyes to see.