This is not right. This is not right in any possible way that anything could be right.

[Slowly a sketch is drawn, erased a couple of times until Youth is happy enough with it.]


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I do not understand what it is with apples. I think I very strongly do not like them. But now I smell like them! I will not taste this time. I do not need to.

I think I may actually hate apples. But not Apple.

I am almost well again! I will be ready to return to normal things soon!