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APPLE
Noun. A apple a day keeps the doctor away.
So does not having no insurance to pay him with.
It’s lunchtime. This is supposed to be my twenty minutes.
We get 180 school days a year to try and undo what every
fuck-up did to us, to themselves, to the fucking planet. But we
only get twenty minutes for ourselves. Can you do the maf?
Twenty minutes to laugh our asses off, stead of being told
to sit our asses down and shut our mouths up. Even a damn
fruit fly got more time to live.
Today I’m sitting in the cafeteria by my lonely-ass self, roll-
ing a apple down the lopsided table I’m sitting at. It falls off
the edge and bruises. If Adam offered Eve the apples from my
cafeteria, she’d a been like yeah no, thems nasty. I flash back to
the day Alma and I stopped speaking.
Alma crunches a apple that I swear has been sitting in the
cafeteria since the beginning of school and maybe the beginning
of time.
“How can you eat that shit?”
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