Scene: My apartment, the kitchen table.
Tiffy and I are pondering the very large chocolate and caramel covered apple I am about to slice into.
Me: (to tiff) Want a piece?
Tiff: (pretending to ponder) Yup.
(I distribute pieces)
Me: This is really good. (looking at the rest of the apple) I guess I'll have to eat it all soon, though.
Tiff: Yeah, because it will go brown.
Me: And that's not good.
(We continue eating)
(I have since had one more slice. There's still 3/4 of the LARGE apple to go...)
Poetry Friday: James Hearst
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