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  • I think of her: this woman who is (mistakenly) blamed for a less-than-perfect world. All because she took a bite.

    Ending my marriage felt like a decision of similarly epic proportion. The weight of the world on my shoulders. Promises broken. Children wounded. Memories scattered. Choices scrutinized. Money lost. Home wrecked. Fallen. Cursed. Cast out.

    I took the bite. I left the less-than-perfect garden. I never looked back.

    As I cut myself a slice of fresh-baked apple pie, I see her wink. Every bite is delicious.
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