…before I got COVID;
I open up my fridge one day and go to have some grapes that are left in the barred shelf towards the bottom of the door, and there’s a slight mold just everywhere on so many of them, both in the one pack where there’s still a few left and in the other one that I hadn’t touched at all, and I have to go sort through them to possibly save a few, which I’m able to do a very little bit, but I have to go and throw the rest out, as they give off this sweet odor and they all look like they had been slightly crushed and compromised and unbeknownst to me something had been allowed to grow in all of their bruises.
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