I met my elderly neighbor today while walking down the street on my way to class. She asked me if I lived with "that nice young man Fielding," and if I went to school at OU. Then, I was told I could stop by anytime I like for an apple.
Really, I was expecting a Werther's butterscotch candy.
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Apple's more healthy. Run with it, for now.
Do not accept the apple.
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