Trout Fishing in America

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Once, I had a Trout Fishing in America lunchbox. In the morning, my mom would fill it with a sandwich, an orange, and some crackers that were also orange. The sandwich was made out of bread so soft that when you took a bite the whole thing turned into play dough. The crackers came in a dusty zip-lock bag and tasted vaguely of cheese. No matter how deeply I stuck my sweaty fingers into that bag, there was always a big orange crumb stuck in the corner that just wouldn't budge. The inside of the Trout Fishing in America lunchbox was made of white vinyl lining. Usually I could find a few ants scurrying along the seams. They were on their way to find that orange crumb but got distracted by a spot of juice and dust that had dried up on the vinyl.