At my Pilates class (because I don't just exercise like normal people, I go to pilaaahhteeees darlings, which I'm sure makes someone else's list of annoying things) they have a bowl of apples. So if they're not Granny Smiths I grab one on the way out before I walk home. Annoyingly, I always finish the apple in between bus stops, which means on between bins. I have to carry the sticky core with my own chubby little cold fingers for aaagggeeesss because I can't put my mittens on until it's gone because then they'd get sticky.
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