Sam and I went and bought lychees in Chinatown yesterday after school, and I complained about how they're still seven dollars a pound, and neither of us will still be living in New York by the time they get down to three pounds for ten dollars (of course, I get sick when I buy them three pounds for ten dollars, but then I get over lychees until the following summer, so...?). The lady selling fruit said something to the effect of "These are from Miami, ten dollars a pound. Chinese lychees, three pounds for ten dollars." Sam was briefly disappointed about lychees from Miami--just wrong. But he got over it.
June seems to be the best time to plan future visits and coordinate certain things: beach with Adri, lychees with Sam.
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