Twenty-five is definitely bad news. I woke up feeling like an old man. Old and decrepit and falling apart. I think my knees are going. And my hips. To think that this is the beginning of actually being eligible!

I didn’t notice a thing, but if you think a burnt crust could stop me, you don’t know me at all... But of course you know me too well, because you must realise that growing an apple tree is a big responsibility for me. I will dote on it, don’t you worry. Water, sunlight. Think it’ll make any difference if I take it for walks and pet it too?

Thank you so much for the pie and the baby tree. You know I miss you too. 

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