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Every morning Adsham would wait by |
... and every afternoon Eval would wait by |
One noon they finally met up, fell in love, and tasted the forbidden fruit. |
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Eventually the tree died - but their love went on ... |
... but not before bearing them the fruit of a beautiful daughter. |
(Sorry if this ruins the story, but that little girl is actually just a holidaymaker.) |
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