Here is an apple and in my other hand is a pear. Practicality tells me I should opt for the pear, but I pick the apple instead. The apple is a bad fruit. It makes me suffer from headache, anxiety and stress. I tell myself no more apples in the future, but apple is what I've developed a taste for.
Apples. Pears. Apples. Pears. Maybe this should be my next caption.
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