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Matt stared at the object in his hands, as if it was some strange, foreign object beyond the realm of comprehension, every so often opening his mouth as if to say something and then just as quickly closing it with a few confused, groans as he walked down the street. “Dude, quit freaking out. It’s an apple,” said his friend, Ryan, clearly annoyed at his best friend’s worry and confusion at such a mundane, everyday object. “I know, but...” Matt turned the thing over in his hands. Its shape was certainly familiar, short, round, and tapering off at the bottom, just like your garden variety apple. Maybe it was a tad larger than it should have been, about the size of a small grapefruit, but it was neither its shape nor its size that bothered him. “It’s gold.” “Yeah, so are a lot of apples.” He had to admit he had a point there, but this wasn’t the normal pale yellow-green that he would have expected to find in a produce aisle. This was a pure yellow gold, uniform in shade