Dear my roommate's apples and my peanut butter,

You two have continuously been making sweet love in my mouth for the past week, but I know that soon, your torrid love affair will end (since all of her apples will be gone, and I'll eventually run out of peanut butter).

But you'll always have Paris...and Trader Joes.

Forever juicy and creamy-crunchy goodness,

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