Fruits of the Sketchbook

Sometimes you're in an airport, surrounded by slot machines singing a farewell song to Las Vegas. Seated among folks looking bleary-eyed, anxiously awaiting their boarding group, ready to leave this place and sit on their own couch, in their own beds.

And all you want to do: Draw fruits wrapped in punny banners. 

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