My neighbor insisted I remove my apple tree—then one morning, I woke up to my entire yard buried in apples.

street at me.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then he accepted the plate.

“Thank you,” he said.

It was not an apology.

We did not become friends.

But Ryan never complained about the tree again. He kept his distance, respected the fence, and left my property alone.

That was enough.

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