I wanted to pick you and make you mine.
But you aren't ripe enough to pick.
So I grabbed a chair and sat under the shade of the Tree where I knew you would have to stay.
Until you were ready for me.
But it's hard staring at you everyday watching you turn into the product you are destined to be one day.
So I'll sit here and wait until the Tree releases you.
I'm waiting.
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