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It is very much like all the other apricots
an inpidual already， skin and seed.
Now think of this day. One you will probably forget.
The next breath1 you take， a long drink of air.
Holiday or not， it doesn't matter.
A child is born and doesn't know what day it is.
The particular joy in my heart she cannot imagine.
The taste of apricots is in store for her.
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