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There were three grapefruit trees in the old heaven; Thrones of petty children. One was stunted and its fruits never ripened nor were they eaten. Another stood tall and challenged all to climb to reach the fat fruits at its top; it was watered with the blood of children. The last one was a gnarled thing under my watch. The moment its fruits ripened swarms of fruitflys would eat them hollow. Each time I would grab a husk to clean the area id get blasted in the face with a cloud of bugs. Despite it not being the tallest that shitty fucking tree is still there after the soil eroded away and everything was sunk deep into nostalgia. I can still taste the damned bugs.