Once upon a time, a family of modest standards and morals was about to welcome its newest addition, the last child of EIGHT nearly grown sons. The parents of course, were too old to have another child, but they were "blessed with a miracle," they thought
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Once upon a time, on top of the Top of the Great Pyramid of Giza spanning across all dimensions of time and space there sat an apple. A shadowy figure leaped up and to the left revealing itself to be none other than that diabolical mastermind known only as Mr. L.
Once upon a time, I was in Egypt and I didn't know which way to turn. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away," I had always been told. I had tried to stay healthy. I didn't know that they had meant I couldn't find a doctor when I needed one. However, here I was. I had this overwhelming feeling lurking over my shoulder. It was the shadow of suffering: pain and sadness. There was only one way to go. I had to look up. I had to identify the perimeters of life and stay on that track. I was busy as a bee working for an answer. I searched for the doctor who could help me until I wore myself out trying. ... Yet... where was he?
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Suddenly, a bee stung him and he fell asleep!
The End?
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However, here I was. I had this overwhelming feeling lurking over my shoulder. It was the shadow of suffering: pain and sadness. There was only one way to go. I had to look up. I had to identify the perimeters of life and stay on that track.
I was busy as a bee working for an answer. I searched for the doctor who could help me until I wore myself out trying. ... Yet... where was he?
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