So I went to the supermarket and there was this sweet old lady (or so I thought) who came up to me and asked where the apples were. I told her where they were and then she started running as fast as her little legs could move towards the apples. There I saw her starting to pick up each apple then smelling and taking a bite out of them. I decided not to go to that supermarket anymore.
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