As I walked towards the locker room after my fifth period class, twirling my TinkerToy invention in my hands, I felt my sandal slip and roll off a small sphere that gave slightly as I glided over it. I turned back to see a half-eaten, over-ripe, dirt brown apple in my previously taken path. Horrified and appalled I remosefully shouted back at it.
"Oh dear! I'm sorry!"
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