Postultimate apple? This red delicious from Washington which was the only fresh thing at a service station in the middle of Nebraska was so delicious that, well, I just couldn't let it go. First I tried to feed it to some cattle in a truck, but they shied away and wouldn't make eye contact, perhaps traumatized by their journey or having a premonition of its destination. So I planted it in Wyoming, attracted by the espresso sign. The youngest member of the family was going
through a why phase, and I taught him the color orange.


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