TITLE: Forbidden Fruit By Heather Sargent 05/11/08 |
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As I lay in bed in the dark of the night. My heart skips a beat when the doorbell rings. Time stands still. It seems and eternity that the two angels on my shoulder argue about whether or not to answer it.
I give in to the one and open the door only to be greeted by a shiny red apple. Mouthwatering in its own right. All at once I forget myself and take a bite. Only as the juice begins running down my chin to I remember, this is not my apple.
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