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“Six Persimmons.” “No, Five.” “No, SIX.” “FIVE.” “The SIX Persimmons.” “FIVE PERSIMMONS… and no ‘THE’!” I was right. There were six. And, I was wrong. To even bother arguing about it. With a lover who was a gift and a wide-open door in my young life, no less. Oh, but I was the one who had taken the course on Asian ...