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the orchard

The orchard It was a beautiful apple tree with low hanging fruit shaped by a gardener whose parents had been Jehovah witnesses (His parents didn´t believe in Christmas) made to look like a decorated Christmas tree as seen on postcards. On the tree, a twig stuck out that had no apples appeared dead as I reached up to pick an apple the twig was a snake and said: “Don´t steal the fruit that belongs to the old people’s home.” Have you never heard of Paradise when the snake tempted Eve? “Yes, I know I was there, but have changed gone woke now speak nicely, before we strike with a drone, the twig said” I picked an apple anyway; it began raining, and I had no umbrella I got soaking wet, and the next day I had a nasty cold.

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