He has not eaten an apple for more than a decade.
It is that time of the year again. Fruit vendors from the valley crowded markets with their stalls, inviting prospective buyers to come take a bite.
He looks around for that rosy glow on a smooth cheek behind the counters, but is disappointed again. He reaffirms his resolve to eat an apple only when he sees her.
The intense look in a pair of brown eyes stops him in his tracks. The mask obstructs his view, and the skin is not so smooth, the figure bloated.
Is it her?
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Ooooo! Twisty ending – love it! Could be the beginning a whole new story 🖤 Thank you for joining us again this week 🖤
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Thanks, Kelly!
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