Word Vomit Challenge 2018: 300118

Never really liked Apples, since most of what I had

were sour, and the taste of Father forcing me

to slice apples for an entire family. He told everyone to

take a slice before they did. If the family could be brought

together by a blood red fruit, surely the peeler that took a

chunk of my skin can tell the pain it took to my Father. I

gave up and ate a couple like Snow White did with hers,

juice running down my arms that I had to go to the bathroom

thrice each apple and I collapsed on the bed, still convinced

that Father was trying to poison me with his teachings.

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