“I had a friend who dedicated his entire life to nurturing a lemon tree,” said Sprite.
“Nice,” replied Spectre.
“Yeah,” said Sprite. “Eighty-seven years, man and boy. Right up until the day it was struck by lightning and toppled over on top of him.”
“Damn,” said Spectre. “Did that kill him?”
“Oh aye,” said Sprite. “It was a bitter blow.”
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