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God.  I could just eat peaches and nectarines until I got sick.  Nothing feels more like summer, than when they're so ripe that you can't hold them without a bruise, and so full of juice that you'll never get thirsty again.  Peaches and cream always seems like a stupid concept to me, as if there's some bizzaro-universe where you could eat so many peaches that you'd get tired of them, but you'd be forced to eat even more peaches, and so you might try to cut the taste with some milk or something.

Yeah, right.