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  • "I hate these trees," he said as he placed a hand lightly upon the thorny trunk.
    "I mean why did some asshole think that these were a good idea..." he continued to criticize the large component of mother nature.
    "I don't know," she responded in a lifeless manner. Why were they doing this; walking around, making fun of trees? Her mind grew more and more congested with these thoughts as she blankly stared at the tree. She felt stuck, stagnant, she wondered why she was doing this to herself. She could feel his soft breath on her shoulder as she stared into the tree, and suddenly, she felt animated on the subject.
    "Why did they develop like this... That's my question. What does this tree have that is so good, it had to develop thorns all around its trunk? Its ludicrous. I want to climb to the top of one just to see if it has some amazing fruit, that is so good it would cause a world war, because frankly I cannot see any other reason that this tree would have thorns, it just doesn't make sense."
    She stopped herself and leaned back to take a breath.

    She stood there thinking about the evolutionary track of this gargantuan tree standing in front of them, while he was thinking about the asshole that planted it. Vastly different points of view were being shown on the subject of this tree, and this related to more than just this one specific conversation. The girl felt this, it was abundantly clear to her. In her mind, this conversation created a ridge in their relationship, where their minds were simply on a different level of comprehension.

    He stood there, happy to be holding her hand, and still thinking about the assholes who planted these stupid trees.
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