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June 11, 2009
It was the most beautiful orange hed ever seen. It was understandable that it was just a painting, none were this good. Oranges were his favourite of all fruits, even passing on candy or cake if there was an orange on offer. As he walked around the gallery his mind simply refused to let go of that orange.

He rung his wife and told her about it, and asked her to get some oranges from the grocer. She knew of his fixation.

Arriving home, with the painting under one arm, he shrugged and said, I just had to have it...