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Here is my one and only story concerning grapes: When I was little, sometimes I would take grapes, bite them in half, and slip the slimy side down the back my little brothers' shirts. But this would only happen when Momma Froc was on the phone, because then they'd scream and get in trouble. Ha. I love grapes...

I really have nothing more to say on this subject, partially because I'm only posting this to prove that I can, and partially because I have to go study for my archaeology midterm. And while that is lame, it is responsible. Woo adulthood. The end.