Staying power?

Yes, I'm trying in a last-ditch, balls-to-the-wall effort to make it to the end. Internal editor, be silenced! Internal gate-keeper, I slay thee!

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And now that the fabric had grown and blossomed and produced this fruit, suddenly the hunger that had stayed at bay for days returned full-force to Abandoned Child. He was starving, ravenous, and he knew there was no way he would make it back to the beekeeper’s hut, knew there was no way he would even make it across the field to a honey blossom or mutton plant before his hunger killed him. Abandoned Child did the only thing he could; he plucked the woman-shaped fruit from the tree and popped her head into his mouth. He bit down gingerly at first with his teeth, then harder. Suddenly his mouth was filled with a taste like warm milk, and he was relieved to find that this fruit was filled with juice inside like any other fruit, that he wasn’t crunching on flesh and bone skin. Henry eagerly then tore into the woman fruit with his teeth, and though the man fruit keened and the girl fruit waved its fleshy arms in frantic circles, Henry tasted first milk and then strawberries and then warm bread, and his hunger again was abated.