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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: In the course of the evening, Arissa happened to remark, "I wish
they had apricots on the menu here. You know, I really love them.
I could eat them by the ton."
To which Sir Percival: "Why, Arissa, my dove, I own an orchard of
apricot trees."
To which Arissa: "Really? Oh, Perce." When she pronounced his name,
the young maiden sighed and a glisten appeared in one or both eyes.
Well, from here the story gets pretty mushy, so we'd better make it
short. This delightful couple soon held hands; they discovered anon
that their lips fit together pretty well, Arissa's ten years' worth
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