After browsing around, I decide to pick up a green, firm apple. I feel its solidness in the palm of my hand as I roll it around. As I squeeze it with my fingers I realize the skin and flesh do not give. This raw apple may have been picked a touch too soon. I return it gently to its place on the pyramid of apples.
Next I pick up a yellow variety. This one feels lighter, and airy, in comparison to the green apple. I toss this one lightly into the air and catch it with my right hand. It feels cool on my skin. It must have been refridgerated.
With my left hand I reach out and grasp a pinkish red apple. This one is warmer than the yellow one. Must have been sitting at room temperature for a while. As I squeeze its skin and flesh I notice the give under my fingertips. It gives with a bit of spring to my touch. This apple feels ripe. My mouth starts to water.
I return the yellow apple to its friends in the basket, and seize the next object of my desire. A deep reddish colored specimen. Its skin feels smooth on my skin, and its weight is more dense in my palm. This apple too is cool. I now notice the rumbling sensation in my belly.
I raise this apple to my lips and ...
... to be continued.
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