UPDATE: There turned out to be two last blueberries - one had been lurking under some leaves - so we didn't have to fight over them. We had them last night. The Mad Men themselves couldn't do justice to describing the sheer succulence, sweetness and heartbreaking deliciousness of those blueberries, suffused as they were with thoughts of what might have been. Chippy watched from outside the window, up on his little haunches, beady eyes glinting and chomping on something hard. Butter, probably. Next year, things will be different.
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