dear early macs,
you are a delicious taste of fall.
every other time of year that i eat a macintosh apple i secretly hope they taste like you, but they never do.
even when i eat too many of you and my tongue swells up, i still love you. a bumpy tingly tongue is a small price to pay for getting my fill of you before you inevitably leave again until next year.
where do you go? i'd like to know so i can move there and eat you all year round.
please send me a forwarding address so i can at least visit.
many thanks,
a huge fan
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