I've eaten the forbidden apple.

Or, more precisely, I've \emph{dreamt} I \emph{kissed} the 
forbidden apple, a la "The 25th hour". And still it felt so 
warm, and satisfying, and wrong and desperate.

And shorter, unsurprisingly. Like it's a must now, not even 
in my dreams I kiss a taller girl, no. She must be shorter, 
or else it would be unrealistic.

Also, I might have been writing too much LaTeX lately.