"Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight."
-The Hush Sound; Wine Red
The fruit was juicier than you can imagine, the taste exquisite. Juice flooded my mouth, dripped down my chin, splashed onto my bare breasts. But it was not the taste of the juices, but rather what came with it
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