Resting upon the weathered surface of a rustic wooden table, sat a vibrant red apple, undeniably fresh and recently picked. The skin, a smooth and glossy crimson, hinted at the crispness within. However, its perfect form was interrupted, marred by a distinct bite mark. This single, deliberate act of consumption had broken the apple's flawless exterior, revealing the succulent, juicy interior beneath. The exposed flesh, a pale and inviting cream color, glistened slightly in the ambient light, promising a burst of sweet and refreshing flavor. The rough grain of the wooden table provided a stark contrast to the smoothness of the apple, drawing the eye to the point of interaction where the bite had been taken, forever altering its pristine state.
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