Tart Apples

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A moon swayed lightly in the sky.

The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a split open garbage bag. Pouring out upon the sidewalk, the trash dripped and fell. The slug grinned as only a slug could. Rotting fruit, mostly apples, pricked the air with their tart and decaying aromas.

The slug sucked along the juicy innards of the apples, and when the sun returned, the slug was full and gone.

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