Fresh Picked Peaches + Boyfriend =


These divine, fuzzy friends were consumed in a frenzy and also turned into a jam -- Unfortunately, I had to work on a paper while my partner in crime picked the sweetest looking peaches out on Sauvie Island. I heard there was also a peach war, where the prized fruits were in such abundance they could be used as assault weapons. Between the fruit-stained pants and shocking grins, I should say I was a tad bit jealous . . .

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