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when I went to the

orchard, I looked for apples, but

underneath of them, I picked up, because I found

a gun instead.  it was only a painting

of a gun, an expressionist

piece, almost abstract, but

I understood the

precision.  It was stolen years

earlier.  my wife asked me

to hide it under a war torn country,

but I never expected

manzanas.

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