We walked down the path toward the orchards, and the further we got from the barn, the quieter it became. After a while, it was just the sound of our footsteps on the gravel path, the distant music from the barn, birds settling in for the evening.The Air smelled like earth and apples and autumn, and the low sun was painting everything in this gorgeous golden light that made even the fucking grass look magical.The first row of apple trees appeared, branches heavy with fruit, and Miles consulted the map Patricia had given us. "Okay, so... according to this light guy here, these are the Honeycrisp. Apparently they're the best for eating. It says 'fresh super crisp, sweet-tart balance,' alli of that."He reached up and plucked an apple from a low-hanging branch, examining it. "See? You want to look for ones that are fully colored, no green, and twist them gently. If they come off easily, they're ripe.""How do you know all this?" I asked, amused."YouTube," he admitted, grinning. "I wat
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