Today I was walking home from school when I passed by an elderly lady who was placing things into the back of her pickup truck. She said something to me, and although I'm not totally sure, I think she said "shall I give these to you?" So I stopped. The lady rustled through a bag of persimmons, pulled out three plump ones and gave them to me. I thanked her and bowed profusely.
So now I have three persimmons.
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I say you put them on the tracks and make Whiney watch the Shinkansen crush them to goo.
...and say to Whiney, "This is what happens to whiners".
My grandparents have a persimmon tree. Did you eat them?
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