I woke up in my bed that morning and turned over to look at my tomatoe. She was so beautiful. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled her beautiful red lips at me. It was so wrong, how could she love an unripe fat tomatoe like me? I was so green and she was so red. She was so mature and I didnt know as much as her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her even though I knew we would both be made into ketchup one day. She would be a sweet ketchup made by the brand of heinz but I would be a asdas own ketchup. We were so very different, but our stems led to eachother and now... I drop to the end of the tomatoe tree and show her a ring. She lets out a happy sigh and....
REJECTS THE RING!
I WATCH AS SHE WALKS OFF WITH HER REAL BOYFRIEND. I Knew it was too good to be true...I might as well go to church and become a nun :(
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THE TOMATO
SpiritualA journey about the tomato that went to church join Terry the tomato on his exciting quest into church
