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1 March 1982
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There once was an apple that grew on an apple tree, as apples tend to do. He was a green apple, whereas all his family and friends, even his co-workers, were red delicious. He was sad and decided to seek his fortune overseas.

After decades of travel, he finally stumbled upon an orange tree. This bit of information is irrelevant except that they pointed him in the direction of another tree, which was filled with green apples. All the other apples shunned him because they were stupid.

The moral of the story is, never try. "Gimbal's is gone, Marge. Long gone. You're Gimbal's."
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