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Some shit I wrote for class. It's probably awful and it's not finished because I waited until the night before to submit the assignment. Naturally. Apple One apple, left spinning and twisting in unnatural and inconceivable ways, until finally it is met with a blast of pressure, forcing the apple into the shape we are familiar with now. The apple continues to fall on and on, past the searing suns and through whisping whirls of clouds. A thousand and one miles below, beneath a canopy of crusty branches and bristles and thistles, rests a river. It's stream, relaxing and roosting it's crop of gargantuan grasses and Muddied rodents. Plop! An al