|book:||he took a bite out of the apple|
|teacher:||now what could the apple represent|
|teacher:||the red paints a depiction of anger, the boy finally biting into his anger and letting it unleash all the while his innocence is being violated by the teeth of despair and the endless throat that is life and being boiled by the stomach acid of unstoppable death|
I like to make people laugh. And pretty things.