Crush, crunch, crisp flesh breaks and the juices shoot everywhere.
I always feel violent when eating an apple. The sweetness (ooo pink lady apples... mmm....). I make a mess of it. Fingers sticky and in need of floss I survey the picked apart remaining core. I feel that I am six again. Eating is awesome when you are six and skinny and sun burnt. I wore mosquito bites on my knees and scratches from climbing trees marked me up to my elbows.
I grin.
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