THE DEVIL HELD
MY GARMENT
Apples were clean on the table.
Shiny and waxy even; I never
much liked that - an overly
processed look. Grocer-store
stuff. When you can pick them
off the tree yourself, fresh and
in October; that's the best.
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See, no one really cares what an
apple looks like. It's an 'apple,'
and sort of self-defined by that.
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