after she rejected his third proposal through out the years he moved to the old town and lived in a small shack with a huge orange tree in its front yard. he spent the rest of his life pruning the branches right before the oranges would ripen, peeling off their thick green skin and making world's most bitter orange peel jam with which he would break his fast every single morning.
this was all in his head of course, in reality he moved on, after a couple of years working for a mid-size corporation made some money, got married in the city, had kids in the suburbs and led an extremely ordinary life till the day he died.
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it's really nice to have our heads
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so the house with the orange tree made it into this blogg huh? WOW! what an impact!
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