I have always thought those pink grapefruits in the fall fruit boxes the high school band sold had the most gorgeous color palette of any fruit. I just wanted to look at them, never to eat them. I remember spending the night at a friend's house and having grapefruit served for breakfast. They all knew how to eat it without the juice squirting all over their faces. They didn't even slather it in sugar! Weird. Anyway, this is my tribute to those yellows and pinks and oranges and yinks and pellows and whatever you call the whole spectrum of colors in between.
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