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Lonely Apples

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I walked into the classroom and saw a table in the middle of the room, on top the maple table was three gala apples. They were hopelessly spread out, all alone. I myself hate being alone, so I walked over to the apples. Making sure on one was there I pick them up. As I rearranged them so they were all huddled together I smiled. It felt good to know that the apples wouldn't be lonely anymore. They could give each other support and comfort now. Sometimes I wish I had more apples supporting me.





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