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When did you turn into a soggy apple? You'd been sweet and plump and round and shiny. And apple juice would drip down my chin. Then you wrinkled and tickled my tongue when I'd take a bite. And you were sour and brown and mushy. Soggy apple.
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Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 11:28 PM UTC
Soggy Apple
When did you turn into a soggy apple? You'd been sweet and plump and round and shiny. And apple juice would drip down my chin. Then you wrinkled and tickled my tongue when I'd take a bite. And you were sour and brown and mushy. Soggy apple.
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Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 11:28 PM UTC
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