Chapter Twenty-Five: Omg Hurry Up, Generation Four

The day after the very timely death of her husband, Apple pretty much did this every 30 seconds.  Sweet at first.  Not so much after about two minutes.

Apple: Gerald ate pancakes.  I can’t bear to eat these.  Oh, and that bottle of nectar behind me reminds me of him too.  And so does that odd colored spot on the floor…  And the air.

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