This apple here

Shaped like a fish floats in a bucket of rainwater, makes Moses fall in love with brush fire, Mary sprints for her son who's three-days late for work and the new guy at the bar pours low-shelf apple schnapps into better bottles and charges double. One day this apple will be its own apple, the delicate knobs of carpus bones, quickness's work of intoning a blade to its core. 

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