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Osculant Apples

The apples that they bought together at Christmas sit in the fruit bowl. When worried friends come round they look at them and frown. The summer heat has not helped the situation.

This week's visit brings sympathetic sounding intrigue, "your apples aren't looking too fresh..."

The reply is snappy at best, "They're still ripening!"
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